“So maybe I ghosted..” She said quietly as she walked into the Hasting’s kitchen, knowing that was exactly where she’d be. After the short lived text messages between them, Erin had a little time to think about it. “It was shitty of me. I’m here though, so..-- forgive me?” She didn’t really want to talk about it; but when everything combusted in her life, she simply switched off. “Pretty please?
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