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Chapter 13 – Hangover


PRESENT:

In the morning, jackhammers attack.

Alice finds me trying not to die.

"Coffee? Or is it tea-time?"

Laughing hurts. "Al…there's something-"

"We spoke last night…you, in a British accent."

"Ugh. You upset with me?"

"You were twenty. I wonder why you never told me."

"I think…I had to pretend…Al, I have to talk to him. Last night, I said things…not even sure what. He probably hates me."

"Bella, he called me and refused to leave you until I came outside. That's not hate."

"What is it?"

Alice shrugs. "He's private. Now I know why. Bella, the wedding rehearsal's tonight…talk to him."


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