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Becca: “Becca, tea or coffee?”
It’s 3pm and I’m sitting at Ben’s apartment.
After sobbing on the phone to him yesterday, Ben invited me over to talk. I couldn’t tell if he was taking pity on my poor soul or truly wanted me over, but I decided it didn’t matter.
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