Luísa Bastos

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“There’s another reason why I crashed here last night. It’s the anniversary of my dad’s death. I couldn’t be alone.” “Oh, Jay…You don’t have to deal with anything by yourself. You can talk to me. You can lean on us.” He walked around the counter to stand in front of my chair. “You have no idea what that means to me.”
The Trouble with Hating You
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