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“Hey, just because I don't have a mate doesn't mean I don't know anything about women or grief.
I looked at him then, noticing a flicker of something pass across his face. It was the first time since I'd known him that Caleb didn't seem to be in perfect control. He looked vulnerable, human. In an instant, it was gone, and Caleb's usual smug expression was back once more.
I stood up, dusting off my jeans.
“I have something to do.
He nodded.
- Good luck. And if she still hates you after you break up, speak well of me. This girl is amazing.
Bab Populer