Chapter five.

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Ihop
(yn)
Eight O' four pm, Thursday November fourth, twenty-sixteen.
Rolling cutlery with Callie, Once again.

"Your guy is here," She said, pausing her cutlery roll to look at me,

"They are?"

"He is,"

"Max is?" I asked, she gave me a weird look.

"Eli,"

"oh."

Oh. It had been a little over a week, and I still hadn't seen Max, I felt bad for automatically assuming it was him when Callie said 'your guy,', but I thought nothing of it.

I thought it was Max because Eli never comes to my work.

That's all.

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