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Fifty-One
Anna Lorraine Dupont I was curled up in my bed when my iPhone vibrated. After endless texts and missed calls, finally, I received a response. With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone. My heart was lugging in my chest as I opened the locked screen. Get out of my life, Anna, the text from Lucas said. J'aime quelqu'un d'autre. I love someone else. My fingers trembled as I hurried to type a text back to him. Lucas, I'm sorry. I don't want to lose you. Please call me, mon amour. Swallowing hard, I tried again. Lucas, I miss you. I really miss you. I need to see you. Can we talk, please? When I received no answer after a few minutes, I sent another text. I'm sorry for all that I've done to you. I never wanted to hurt you. S'il te plait appelle moi. Please call me. After a few mi
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