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I slammed the front door shut behind me, kicked off my shoes, and lunged across my desk for my laptop.
"Come on," I muttered, my teeth grinding together. The loading wheel spun. One second. Two seconds.The dashboard snapped open. I clicked on the encrypted SMS archive from that fateful Friday night—the night before the alumni game.
There was a full thread of deleted text messages. I scrolled to the very bottom, my eyes scanning the timestamps from that rainy Friday night.The text messages hit my chest,the mental dam inside my head violently ruptured, and the lost three months exploded back into my brain.
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