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Two weeks later, at 4:00 a.m., his closest friend called me in tears: “Please answer. Something happened tonight, and it’s about you.”
I woke up to Emmett packing a suitcase.
“What are you doing?” I asked, still groggy, checking the clock.
6:15 in the morning.
“I’m going to Marcus’s place for a few days.”
He didn’t look at me, just kept folding shirts continue reading …
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