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Chapter 4
Chapter 4I picked up the phone and was about to dial, but stopped. What was I doing? I hardly even know her. We only talked for, perhaps, a total of an hour and ten minutes. And now I was calling her, as if we were dear old chums? I quickly hung up the phone. No, I thought. Even I would think it a bit strange for someone I had only just met to do that. And then depression set in. I slowly trudged out to the living room and fell back onto the couch. “I need to get outa here,” I mumbled, running my hands through my hair. A few hours later, after doing the laundry and folding it, attempting to clean Rachel’s room, but immediately stopping upon finding a s*x toy under her bed, aside from the usual clutter, she finally arrived home. She was helping me fix dinner in the kitchen, when she near
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