Chapter 11 Bus Ride to Away Rink One

Marlow's POV

I texted Truett back four times before lunch even ended, and every single reply came back the same.

I never sent that.

Marlow, I swear, my phone's been in my pocket this whole time.

Someone's spoofing my number. I don't know how.

We need to talk. Not here.

I sat there staring at m...

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