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This questions seemed to open the floodgates on her feelings.

“I don’t know!” she shouts sobbing. “I guess part of me was just replicating my own hurt. I wonder what I am putting her through right now.”

“There, there,” you soothe. “I’m sure she’ll be okay. We just need me to take her back to her place.”

“I can’t. This has all been too much,” she replies. “You can go, but I am just too heartbroken for a trip right now.”

“But it’d be a lot easier if you took me. I have her address,” you plead.

She simply nods confirming her choice. “I can walk you to my door but can handle no more.”

You hung your head in partial defeat. She grabs you and walks you to her front porch, plops you on her welcome mat.

“I wish you luck on your journey,” she states and closes the door behind you.

You think about how you’re going to get home. You’d call her, but she squashed your phone when she placed you in her rear pocket. You also could have used that to figure out where you are or to order an Uber. (The latter had pretty hefty risk anyways though, so the informal rule when a tiny called an Uber was that the driver do what she wanted if she pleased.) You consider your options…
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June 3, 2023
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