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And he showed up anyway.

He’s playing the good boyfriend, even though I’ve proven to be a shitty friend.

When Saanvi pulls back, she cocks her head to the side and smiles at me. “Don’t get in your own way, okay?”

“I’m afraid it might be too late for that,” I whisper, and to my dismay, a tear slips free.

She squeezes my wrist. “We’ll talk. As soon as all the formal stuff is done