Page 36 of Crystal Iris

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I reply,Hello.

I’m looking up at the painting when he responds,Oh good, I thought you had given me the wrong number on purpose.

I thought about it, I text back.

Why didn’t you?

I scoff as I type,I’m still wondering that myself.

What did you want to talk about last night?he asks.

What do you mean?

Your friends told me to meet you upstairs. I figured there was a reason.

Oh right…I text. I pause, then add,Perhaps I’ll tell you another time. It’s best said… in person.

Let’s meet, comes his reply.

Don’t you live in the country?I ask.

How would you know that?

Lara, my friend. She knew.

Did she? And what else did she say about me?

I think about how to respond.Apparently, you have a… reputation.

You don’t say.

Apparently so.

And what am I known to be?

I laugh as I type,Manwhore.

What!?

Well, you bring a new date to every party. People notice.

They are models or friends.

None of my business.

Your fiancé gave a nice speech last night.

He knew about Aaron? I don’t know what to say.

I saw the ring. When is the wedding?he asks.

None of your business, I reply.

Okay.

This is going well.

What do you know about the prisms?I ask.

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