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12/4 9:08 p.m.
Cary:I heard our song on the radio today. I used to hate hearing it because of all thememories, but now it just makes me smile and think of you. I love you so much, Lem.11 days
Read 10:56 p.m.
12/5 9:22 a.m.
Cary:I hate the rain now… and Seattle. Vehemently. 10 days
Read 9:23 a.m.
12/6 5:44 p.m.
Cary:Got a shipment of RED in today. I don’t think I ever really told you how proud I amof you for making it this big of a deal. I know you’ll tell me it was Ripley, but I don’t think itwould be nearly as big without you. You’re incredible. When I come back, I’ll make sureto remind you every damn day. 9 days
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12/7 1:01 p.m.
Cary:Fuck I wish you’d respond. Today was rough. Bad news, the first investor I talkedto probably isn’t going to work out. Good news, I’m not going to let it stop me, I’m stilllooking. I love you more than anything, Thea. I really hope I can get you to believe me.8 days
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12/8 3:04 a.m.
Cary:Today was insane. I don’t think I sat down or stopped moving for 14 hours straight.Now I’m home, in bed, and instead of sleeping, all I can think about is how much I wish Iwas there with you. 7 days
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12/9 11:02 a.m.
Cary:I’m finally getting a day off since I’ve been back. I don’t know what to do with mytime since you’re not here. You won’t believe this, but I decided to start looking at housesin Indigo Hill. I forgot how much cheaper SC is than Seattle. Do you think a one-story ortwo-story would be better? What about land? 6 days
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12/10 10:49 a.m.
Cary:Damn. I really thought the questions might get you to answer. It’s okay though, I’lljust show you the options once I’m back. 5 days
Read 11:39 a.m.
“Yeah, okay. Thank you,” I say into the phone as I hang up the call. Ripley walks over to me, a glass of wine in his hand. He slides it over as he sits down on the stool next to me.
“Who was that?” he asks, sipping his glass of bourbon.
“The Planning and Zoning Committee.” My voice is void of any life. The same way it’s been for the last two weeks. I don’t try to hide it, especially not in front of Ripley. He turns to face me, his questioning expression telling me he needs more information. “They approved the permits for the expansion. Not that it matters, pretty sure they’re invalid now since we changed ownership.” My gaze is locked onto the glass in front of me.
“Okay, so we just re-apply. I don’t see the issue.” His voice is filled with hope. A kind of hope I can’t even try to muster.
“The issue is Carrington.”
“I’m sure he won’t stop you from expanding, Thea,” he assures me.
“Maybe not. But then I’d have to speak to him.” I put the glass to my lips, the tannic merlot flowing over my taste buds.
“I take it he’s still texting you, and you’re still not replying…” He trails off at the end, almost like he isn’t sure if it’s a statement or a question.
