Sarah Ziemann

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My ribs constrict instantly, the text notification that came through not ten minutes after Tobias pulled away last night still sitting on my screen. I knew when it beeped it would be him, since the only other person who would call me that late was still here when it came through, and sure enough, a half hour later when I dared to peek, it was his name I found. I didn’t open it.
Dirty Curve
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