I sigh, picking up my cell phone, redialing my ex from memory, then chicken out before he picks up. I throw the phone at you, not wanting to make the call, and knowing he'd likely fuck the shit out of me, since the reason we broke up was I wouldn't put out. "Look, you call him. Last time I called him we had a huge fight because I wouldn't fuck him, so he wouldn't see or talk to me anymore. He's always home this time of night."
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