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    “You okay then, Zac?” asked Rosie as their laughter faded away. Isaac nodded into the phone, rolling his eyes slightly.

    “I already told you I was. Approximately nine billion times.”

    She chuckled, and then stopped.

    “Seriously. If you- I’d come back from uni anytime you wanted, you know that right?”

     He sighed.

    “Yeah Rose, I know. That’s the problem.”

     A pause, and then he continued, his voice gentler than it had been,

    “Just enjoy yourself, okay? Sheffield’s supposed to be- just go out and enjoy yourself and party and get drunk and whatever. You know. Like before. You're free, Rosie! Just forget it happened.”

    “Promise you’re okay?” she said, after a moment or two of the only sound being their breathing and the slight hum of the telephone connection.

    “I promise,” said Isaac.

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