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switch being flipped. "Yeah! Totally. I'm fine." His v

posture dropped an inch. His lips twitchin

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osed to text Mateo. I wanted him not to worry, I

ped a little, and there was a familiar surge of panic flooding my chest. Mateo

ange. Mateo was always so careful, always in touch, especially in a

screen, waiting for a reply that never came. I felt

houghts mumbled. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice was low, and she picked up on the change in my mood. Shaking my head, I

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