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I drift off to sleep, tired from confessing, from being sad and lonely. I’m free after letting go of all the secrets and burdens I’ve been carrying over the years.

But the freedom from the past doesn’t stop me from dreaming about a different pair of arms holding me through the night. I doubt it ever will.

Chapter thirty-seven

Bro-tally Awesome

Text Chain

October

October 6

Cam:Yo, Mase. What’s up, sad sack?

Eli: He’s still wallowing. Leave him alone.

Cam: Lame. Either get her back or get over her by getting under someone else.

Jace: Cam, you’re absolutely the fucking worst. Mase, please do not take his advice.

Mase: Wouldn’t dream of it.

Cam: Are you coming to the game or not?

Mase: Not.

Cam: Figures.

Eli: You’re still going with me to that event next week, right?

Mase: Do I have to?

Eli: Yes, dick wad.

Jace: What event?

Cam:And why wasn’t I invited?

Eli: A studio party. Cam, you weren’t invited because you have zero chill.

Cam:I have chill. I’m the fucking chilliest of the chill.

Jace: If you have to say you’re chill, you’re not chill. Besides, don’t you have a pennant series to worry about?

Mase: I’m working, you dicks. Stop texting me.

Cam:So touchy.

Cam:**GIF of Rizzo from Grease**

Eli: **Laughing Emoji**

Jace: **Laughing Emoji**

October 15

Eli: Dude, Cam. Sorry for the loss, bro. That hurt.

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