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KENDRA

One minute he’s all in, the next cold as ice.I don’t know what his issue is, but I’d be damned if I’m going to sit around any longer waiting for him.

Over five fucking years, almost six fucking years, I’ve wanted him.

I grab my phone from the counter and text Nicki:You working?

She replies with a thumbs up.

Good, because I need to get drunk.