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He laughs quietly and grabs a notebook and pen off his desk. “I’ll be right back.”

I quickly scribble something down for Robbie to leave in Marshmallow’s room.

Dear Zach,

I’ve run away. I’m off to live with She Who Has A Great Ass. Good luck getting me back.

Love,

1/3 of the S’mores brothers

Satisfied with my note, I fold it and draw his name in big, bold letters.

“Here. I packed him a quick bag too.”

Marshmallow makes a noise as Robbie hands him over to me and I snuggle him. “I missed you, little buddy.”

“Even he’s been a mopey little shit since you two stopped talking.”

“He’s been mopey?” I ask Robbie.

He doesn’t have to ask; he knows who I’m referring to.

“Like you wouldn’t believe—even snapped at a client. Whatever happened wasn’t pretty, and it’s done a number on him.”

“He didn’t tell you?”

Robbie shakes his head. “Not a word.”

“Oh,” I say quietly.

“I’m only helping you right now because I think you might be the only one who can fix my man, even though you were the one who broke him.”

“The whole thing was a huge misunderstanding.”

Robbie waves me off. “Don’t bother explaining to me. Explain it to him.”

“I will.” I point to Marshmallow, who’s already falling asleep in my arm. “That’s what he’s for.”

“…see, I told you, she’s crazy! Gosh, I could really go for a cake right now,” Zoe practically shouts.

“That’s my cue,” I say to Robbie.

“Get out of here. I’ll keep him distracted while you leave.”

I climb back through the window, careful not to jostle Marshmallow around too much.

Once I’m clear of the ledge, I glance back.

“Hey, Robbie?” I call.

He pops his head back out. “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“Fix this, okay?”

“I’m trying to.”

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