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Tomorrow.
It wasn’t abstract anymore.
It was happening.
I typed:
Rowan:
I know.
Pause.
Rowan:
Are you ready?
Three dots.
Longer than usual.
Mason:
No.
Thathonesty sat heavy.
Then:
Mason:
But I’m going anyway.
MASON
I packed late.
Didn’t know why I was dragging it out.
Like delaying movement would change outcome.
It wouldn’t.
Luca texted me once.
Luca:
Don’t overthink it.
I didn’t reply.
Because that advice was already too late.
My phone buzzed.
Rowan.
Rowan:
