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thirty four
Just as we were about to head off to the next shop, a voice called my name from somewhere behind me, causing me to turn around instinctively.
"Shit," I cursed under my breath as I saw the voice's owner approaching where I stood beside Tyler. "How's it going, Mason?"
"Oh it's going just fine with me," he had a sly expression on his face that I couldn't quite read as he inspected the situation in front of him.
"I'm glad," I replied stiffly. "Um, Tyler, this is Mason - my ex," he gave a small nod in Mason's direction. "And Mason, this is-"
"Don't act like I don't already know who the fuck this is, Ally," Mason cut me off rather aggressively, planting a pretty distinct seed of terror in my mind.
"Woah woah," Tyler now spoke up, taking a step closer to Mason a
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