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Her name is on the screen but is it possible someone tampered with my phone?

Is this Griffin trying to prank me?

Fuck, it has to be.

This has him written all over it.

Let’s double check the number.

I tap into my contacts and double check that the text is, indeed, coming from Marlee’s number.

Yep. That’s it.

What compelled her to text me something like this?

She’s never texted me for anything non-work related.

Maybe she’s drunk?

Does she drunk-text?

Does she even drink?

Yeah, she drinks. She was drinking at the wedding.

Would she actually drunk-text something like this to me though?

Could one of her friends have her phone?

What the hell am I supposed to say to a message like this?

Is she waiting for my reply?

What does she want me to say?

Fuck.

What do I do?

Griffin would know what to do.

Maybe I should see if he’s still awake and tell him what’s going on.

Ugh, no. I can’t do that.

I don’t want to embarrass Marlee.

Shit. I need to say something.

I’m taking too long.

What do I say?

Think, Ledge!

Quickly, before I can stop myself, I type out a reply and then hit send.

Me

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