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CHAPTER HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO: LAID OFF 

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Phillip

"Hey."

I sent the text.

I wanted to add, 'It's Phillip' but I decided against it. I had a feeling he would know.

I stared at it for a little while, unsure why my heart began to pick the pace, then I tossed it across my desk and rested in the chair.

It was all so haunting - both the person and the circumstance - in a way that pricked my skin. I'd thought long and hard about what he wanted, but still couldn't assume anything.

Instead I circled the same questions in my head. How long
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