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You can call him," I said, watching his brows knit, his eyes shutter. "Talk through it all. At which point, you can forgive him, or you can tell him to go to hell."
"Pass."
"Or you could never call him again."
Watson snorted. "There. A workable plan. Anyway, I thought you were the one asking for advice on Milo."
"Fine. Enumerate my options, please."
"You can call him. At which point, you can forgive him, or you can tell him to go to hell."
"You're funny," I told him. "Hilarious."
"Or you can never call him ever again. Or -"
"Precisely. Fuck him.
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