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“I wouldn’t have been mad, you can like whoever you want, I’m just upset that you didn’t tell me.”

“Well most people would be mad, Val got mad with Eric.”

“Well, I’m not Val.”

The rest of the night went alright, Bridget wasn’t all that mad at me, but she did make me pinky swear to always tell her everything.

Once the conversation got back into its flow and was less awkward, I picked up my cell to set an alarm.

At the same time I received an incoming text.

I opened it.

Will you go out with me?

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