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No mask No facade No shame No filter

She was real

What I wouldn’t give for a chance to be real again with her—if only for a night

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Blaire

I’ent sent me when a number with a local area code flashes across my screen

I tap the green button and lift the phone toover one another

“Hello?” I answer

“Blaire,” a man says

“Who is this?”

“It’s Cash,” he shouts above the noise “You still coht?”

The clock on my dresser reads seven-thirty Earlier this week, he invited ht, but I never told him I would

“Uet my number?”

“Ivy Forsythe,” he says Of course “You should come out”

Dad’s been ho, and since he’s a fall risk, Odette and I have been trading off on keeping an eye on hi and bedtio out drinking

“You need to co like a damn fool,” Cash says

“What?”

“Wyatt I’ve never seen hi all over the place … and he keeps asking for you”

My heart trots and my mouth runs dry They say a drunk et tangled in Wyatt’s confusing web all over again

“He’s a big boy,” I say “He’ll sober up and co ti him, I’d say he’s your issue”

“Can’t you just … come down here and talk to him?”

I chuff “What, like you want me to comfort him?”

He can’t be serious