Brea woke up and slowly climbed out of bed. She checked the time and saw that it was 11 am.
She picked up her phone and saw that she had 20 missed texts and 11 missed calls
all from Paul
paul
brea, where are you?
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phoebe told me what happened and she's really sorry
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are you okay?
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I'm worried about you
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please answer me
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brea honey please reply
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our relationship just started on don't want it to end now
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Candice just told me that she's with you and that you fell asleep, glad you're okay
brea
hey Paul I'm awake and was wondering if you wanna meet at my place. We have a lot to talk about.
Hey I think I'm gonna rush and finish the book rn cause we have like 2-3 chapters than that's it
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