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Severing Ties
CAMILLA RENÉE
VAN'S PIZZA PLACE.SUNDAY.You're twenty. Not a sixteen-year-old, put on your big girl pants and handle them.One. Two. Three. Four.I sprinkle some water on my face, gawking at my reflection in the compact mirror.Five. Six. Seven. Eight.They're waiting for me. I snatched a line of tissue and smeared it underneath my brows, fluttering my lids twice. I repeat the action until my face is less flushed and nearly dried up.Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.I've got this.Straightening my shoulders, I sauntered out of the restroom and returned to the table.Dylan had taken my spot beside Miranda, and they were talking.Traitorous bastard. She should be angry. For me.Jimmy stayed silent on the other end, swiping through his cell phone.I cleared my throat, rendering my presence known to all three."I think we should get going, Miranda. It's getting late."She winced, f
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