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Duncan Sitting at my desk in my office I looked up as my assistant bustled in and rattled off my schedule. When he looked at me waiting on my response I waived him off and he scurried away without another word. I didn't want to be here, and honestly that was new for me. I liked work, I like my job. But I didn't like not being with Blythe. She was my wine and I was an alcoholic. I needed her, all ways. Groaning I looked at the time, she was in school right now. Probably bored senseless. Hearing my phone buzz I jumped to grab it and saw it was her. B: Hey Duncan! Wyd? Smiling I texted her back. D:Working. Shouldn't you be? B:Nah I'm too busy debating. D:On? B: If waking up at six in the morning, sitting in a cold ass class room, listening in all of these boring ass classes all

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