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I don’t remember walking out of that hallway.
One second I was standing in front of Julian’s door, and the next I was halfway down the corridor, my hands shaking like I’d been punched.
I didn’t even look back. I couldn’t.
Because if I did, I might’ve begged him not to say what he said.
He told me to let Enzo in.
He chose him.
The word keeps replaying in my head. Friend.
"He’s my friend."
I know he didn’t mean it the way it sound ...
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