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“Mom..?”
“Just do it. See what she wants.”
“What if it isn’t?” I said, though I had no idea why I was so certain.
Tyler didn’t call me back that night.
But when he came over for dinner that weekend, he looked quieter and thoughtful.
“So I talked to her,” he said, pushing pasta around his plate.
“The girl from Facebook?”
“Yeah.
Chenda. We’ve been messaging back and forth.”
“What does she want?”
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