My Past Still Has My Phone Number, Volume II

Over the last couple days at work, I have seen Tex a lot more often than usual. Since the break up four months ago, we each stick to our respective half of the office as much as possible. Then he started walking by my desk. A lot, in comparison to the last several months. I said this to Duchess, but she brushed it off.

This evening my phone beeped with a text message. The ID flashed “ASSHAT.” Holy mother of bacon, is that really him?

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