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[ CALL OUTGOING… REED ]: “So, dinner,” she asked once he answered. Susan twirled a strand of blonde hair around an index finger. There was a half full wine glass on the side table and she was tired. Too tired to take the clean clothes out the drier. There will probably be wrinkles. “Is that offer still on the table?”

[TEXT ➟ BROSEPH ] I’m sorry, I’m.. dealing with a lot rn [TEXT ➟ BROSEPH ] How’s your day been? [TEXT ➟ BROSEPH ] And yes I’d tell you if you smelled [TEXT ➟ BROSEPH ] andbensheretoo

[ CALL INCOMING... REED ]: Susan ran a hand over her face and resisted the urge to sigh. It wasn’t a question of whether or not she still loved him; of course she did. She didn’t think she could ever stop, not that she really wanted to. She just hurt. A nod came through her voice and the faintest curl of a smile. “I will,” she inhaled sharply; her brows were furrowed and the flash of longing lingered over her expression. “Bye, Reed.” The line went silent, then, and the phone found solace in the crook of her palm, her gaze fixed to the swaying palms outside her window.