Page 19 of The Phyre that Burns

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“Okay.”

I left his office to gather my things and went to the break room to wait for him. There was no sense in doing anything since I was leaving shortly. I pulled out my phone and sent Devyn a text.

Me:

This fool is trying to set me up.

Dev:

How?

Me:

He got me going over to the hospital with him to check on some patients.

Dev:

??? How is that setting you up? Sounds like it’s part of your job.

Me:

I need a new best friend.

Dev:

You won’t find one better than me, so don’t even try it.

Me:

I know, but you don’t have to always be logical.

Dev:

Hello! I’m a Libra. We’re the most logical beings created.

Me:

Whatever!

Dev:

I bet if you talked to that man, the tension between you would disappear.

Me:

Bye former best friend.

Dev:

Don’t play with me. You know I’ll be on the next flight. Love you.

Me:

Love you too . . . maybe.

I closed our text thread and went to my family’s group chat.

Me:

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