“This Luna?” Okay. That didn’t sound at all like the man I had spoken to weeks ago over Grandma Genie. “Yes?” I replied, knowing I sounded uncertain but not really caring. “Fucking finally,” the man on the line muttered, and I had to pull the phone away from my face to look at it, because who the hell was this? “Excuse me?” I asked when I brought it back to my face. He didn’t make me wait. “We need to talk,” the man went on, shooting the words out quickly. “Sooner the better.” Wait. Wait. I was fine. I was loved. I had everything I needed. Except for this conversation with a man who I suddenly
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Yo wtf😟
