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Monty:Your son came in today wearing an “X Gon’ Give It to Ya” t-shirt. That is SO not appropriate. Funny, but not appropriate. He was sent to the principal’s office.

Monty:Obviously, it wasn’t by me. It was by one of the administrative assistants.

Monty:Just thought you should know though.

Monty:Okay, fine, it was an obvious attempt to get you to talk to me, but I guess that’s not going to work seeing as you’re still silent. It’s been almost a week, Robbie. Please, just tell me what I did wrong.

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Monty:More silence. I’m just going to assume your phone is broken. That’s going to help me sleep at night.

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Monty:I went by your place tonight. At first I was really mad because you wouldn’t answer the door. Then your neighbor kindly informed me you were out with a “very sexy brunette”.

Monty:So…yeah. Enjoy your night out. I’ll leave you be now.

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Monty:DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT

Monty:CALL ME ASAP

Me:Oh fuck.

Me:Listen, I’m in the middle of an important meeting. Can I call you afterward?

Monty:You had better.

Monty:There is A LOT of explaining you need to do.

Me:I know. I’m sorry.

Monty:Don’t you dare apologize to me right now, and definitely not via text.

Me:You’re right.

Me:Give me thirty minutes.

Monty:You have ten.

Me:I’ll make it work.

Twenty-Five

Monty

Nine minutes later,my phone lights up in my hand.

I debate not answering it.

Anger is flowing through my veins. It used to all be directed at Robbie. Now it’s directed at Brandon too.

That traitorous, inconsiderate, moronic…jerk!

“Explain.”

“Well, that’s one hell of a greeting, Monts.”

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