“Okay, what the fuck?” he asked. “Weren’t you two on a date?” “Um, yeah, we were. We’ve been dating for six months now,” I said, my words spilling out in a daze. Had Elliot really ran off without so much as a yell for me to follow or glance back to see if I stayed behind him? Did he leave me here so he would have more time to get away? “Well, that’s sure as fuck long enough not to leave you alone with the man trying to rob him. I have a gun pointed at you guys, and he ran? If your choices are to get shot or spend a night walking around an art gallery, I would think it would be an easy choice
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tbh. valid
