“Hello?” you ask confused but still sobbing.
“Abby?” the man asks. “It’s Marshall. Are you ok?” he asks. You wipe you yes and take a breath.
“Does it sound like Im ok?” you yell at him though the phone.
“Hey, Im sorry, I was just concerned, you left so quickly,” he says. “Why are you crying anyway?” he asks.
“Why do you think Im crying you idiot,” you yell then start to feel bad for calling him a idiot, but hearing no reaction to that you really don’t care no more, you sit there and continue to cry just slightly.
“Is it because of me?” he asks softly.
“Its because…I…I...
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