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TARA

“So, are you gonna tell me what you’re writing about?”

 “No.” I was already pushing him to the door. “Go home, Mad. It’s late. I need to sleep.”

 “Why can’t I stay? I can crash on your couch.” He was not serious, was he?

 “No way.” I suddenly remembered something. “Wait.” I grabbed him by his ...

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