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Twenty-Eight
Ryan Lucas McMillan Jr "f**k-" I said again out loud as it seemed worth repeating. Anna Lorraine is coming. Anna fvcking Lorraine Dupont. I wouldn't have been reacting this way if she was just an ordinary woman. No. Dupont's not just an ordinary woman. On se voit bientôt, mon amour. Mon amour. My love. My freaking girlfriend's coming back from France. I let out a long and exasperated sigh. I should have ended things with her when I had the chance, but being the stupid, privileged i***t that I was, I hadn't. Now she was coming back to the States. Not just for anything. But for me. Finally, I gave up and got up. I walked to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked awful. I had dark circles under my eyes and there's stubble on my c
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