Make Me Yours, Brother
I'd thought Debra would side with me, see the truth behind my words, but it seemed like, with the others, that she was blinded and was practically seeing the good in Smart, which would paint me as the bad guy who doesn't want to move on.
Biting my lip, I closed my eyes as she continued talking about how important it was for me to get as much help from people as I could, emphasizing the story about an enemy who became a best friend.
“Not that I'm hoping you two would be BFF or anything.” She chuckled, but I didn't do the same. I didn't see what was funny in what she said.
“Jay's here. I gotta run.” I disconnected before she could say anything, pissed at my best friend. When I called her, I th
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