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Eva
My roommates were driving me crazy. A week after the wicked witch of Florida had swooped in to mess with Mason and Reese’s life, the awkwardness in our apartment grew so thick I was sure it’d smother all three of us. And it was Mason’s fault entirely.
Reese tried, she really freaking tried to move past it, to shrug off Mrs. Garrison’s visit and get on with her life. But Mason just wouldn’t let her. He kept acting like some kind of abused dog who’d been kicked in the ribs one too many times. He shied away from Reese, couldn’t look her in the eyes, stopped touching her completely. His guilt was so tangible it left a nasty aftertaste in my mouth. Despite her normally upbeat personality, even Reese had stopped attempting to be cheerful.
They were both so miserable; I hated it.
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