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"Hey...Theo."
He stopped.
But he didn’t even look at me.
His hand shot up.
"Don’t."
Then he turned around slowly.
His chest rose and fell like he’d just run a marathon....except it wasn’t exhaustion on his face. It was rage.
"The fuck do you want from me?" he snapped. "You don’t get to ’hey’ me, Vincent. We were never cool. So don’t start playing pretend now like you give a damn."
My jaw clenched, but I didn’t speak..
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