Tristan Michelson
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I wanted to keep hearing Nicole’s voice.
It wasn’t because I liked it or anything. It was just too familiar yet I couldn’t place my finger on it. I knew I had heard that voice somewhere. I just couldn’t recall which was weird because I had a great memory.
The next few days were the same. I woke up early, went to work, had dinner with Nicole and her mother, asked her a few questions, worked out, and went to bed.
She was irritated with me, but was visibly trying to keep her calm. It was… interesting.
Why was she holding back so much? She could easily tell her mother if she was annoyed with me. Lily had no qualms about questioning my behavior. Then again, Lily never put thought into anything. She asked and said whatever came to mind and if Nicole had complained, s
