His Ex Wants Something?

After a few other texts and minor things, I was just about ready for bed. I mean, tomorrow I still have to deal with Miss Friedman over the entire "are you looking at bondage porn in class?" thing. But, any effort I could take in actually getting to sleep in a timely manner was entirely squashed when my phone blew up with a series of texts.

Gabe.

Garbiella Munez. My ex-girlfriend. My teeth started to grind. I hadn't heard from her since she left me for that fire fighter. I can't make this up. She met this handsome guy at this party. This big 'ol muscular adonis motherfucker. Sleeps with him. Keeps on sleeping with him.

The fact that she has the gall to...how does she think that this...maybe I should have blocked....fine fuck, I need to read this.

<Hey John. I know it's been awhile since we've met. I'm sorry about that. Really. I always liked you and I wanted to stay in touch, but life just didn't allow it.>

<The thing is, there's something I need to talk about with you. Something important. I'm in trouble and I don't really know who else to talk to. I know that we didn't end off on the right foot, but you really are the only one you can help me.>

<Can you text me back with a time that we can meet? I want to talk to you about it in person.>

Hrmmm....

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