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Intro. The music from the bar pounded in his head. You had drunk too much, enough to sense that something was wrong. The looks around her became heavy, insistent. She clutched her phone, her heart racing. There was only one number to call. The one she had sworn to forget. When Matthew answered, his voice shook. — Matt… I’m in a bar. I need you. At that moment, she understood that the past had just responded.

Matthew

@Scarlet Hayashi