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... like an antenna picking up a signal I did not want.
There he was.
Justin.
Sitting on the floor, back against the wall, knees pulled up like some tragic Greek statue that also happened to be hot. Head down, shoulders tense. Like he’d just had a panic attack. Or fought a demon. Or both.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, because it was better than saying, Oh God, why are you in this broom closet like a sad model from a mental breakdown calendar?
He chuckle ...
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