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“We should break up. Oh, wait,” she adds with a dry chuckle, “we didn’t even have a thing, so I guess there’s nothing to break. Well then, we should just stop whatever this is—was, and... I guess that’s it.”

I open my mouth to respond, my voice tight. “Sloane, you want to end things after—”

 She cuts me off, her tone firm. “We’re not ‘ending’ anything, Hayes. We didn’t have anything going on,