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He's expressionless as he leans forward. He licks his lips and laces his fingers together, looking me in the eyes as he says, "You told me not to."
"I told you what I knew you wanted to hear."
"You thought that was what I wanted to hear."
"Well didn't you?" I snap, my voice just above a whisper. "Your work is here, Justin, in Los Angeles."
"But you were in Texas."
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Rooftops
General FictionThey fell in love when they were young, in a city that never felt like home, at a time in their lives when they both knew nothing could be serious. But five years later, they met again, this time not on the side of the road, but on a rooftop.
