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and despite knowing the consequences of
drunk calling and texting, I find Creed’s
number and hit dial.
"Hey," he answers sleepily.
"Can you come over?" I slur. He's
quiet, and for a second, I think he isn't
going to.
“Give me ten minutes.” I hear him
shuffling.
I open the door and decide to sit out
on the porch and wait for him. When he
