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Maddie sips her tea from across her kitchen island but her eyes remain steady, “What’s going on?”
“Eddie’s leaving,” Buck grips the edges of his mug as hard as he possibly can, “I mean– I went over to his house yesterday and he was looking at houses. In El Paso, he’s moving to El Paso. Soon, we met with a realtor.”
“I don’t know what to do Maddie.” His voice shakes, this isn’t about him but his heart hurts nonetheless.
“It’s gonna kill me, Mads.”
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eddie leaves for texas. buck copes depending on who you ask















