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Alice I was trying to forget about the twins. Trying, but failing miserably. All I could do was dragging myself to work day after day. And I put in my EarPods and tried to drown out my own thoughts with loud music. For the first couple of days, I was bombarded with texts and calls, mostly from Gillian. I miss you Alice. Please call me back. Let’s talk about this. Are you okay? But when I continued to ignore them, they grew few and far between, until they stopped altogether. I caught myself checking my messages for the fifth time tonight. “You are such an i***t Alice,” I growled at myself. I pretended that I had really pulled out my phone to change my playlist. I also pretended that I wasn’t a little disappointed that they had given up so easily. I’m a stupid girl, really