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That night, she was laying in their bed, by herself. Of course, she had her dogs, but they could only do so much. She had tears silently streaming down her face, eyes bloodshot. It wasn't that she didn't want Dylan to go to college, she absolutely did. She just didn't know why she was so upset.
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Dylan was stuck in traffic. He sighed, facetimeing her.
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She completely cleaned her face, and answered. "Hey, love. You at campus?" She asked, pretending to be normal, and damn, she was a good actress at that.
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"Not yet, stuck in traffic," he sighed. "Are you feeling okay, love?" he asked, concerned.
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"Yeah, just a headache. The dogs have been barking nonstop, and the neighbors have been screaming at each other for the past hour." She responded. "Typical bullshit with them, y'know?"
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"Aw, I'm so sorry baby," he sighed.
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"It's fine. It's mainly, 'You fucked me over' by the woman, and 'You did it to yourself' then to 'I didn't mean to' by the man. I mean, hey, free drama, cause ain't nothin' good on TV right now." She grinned.
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