Chapter 9

CHAPTER NINE

CRAIG: Come to my room.

brIDGET: You aren’t supposed to look at your phone!

CRAIG: Turned on red filter. Come to my bed.

brIDGET: You need to rest. Put the phone down and go to sleep.

CRAIG: Stitch.

brIDGET: Do you need something?

CRAIG: Need you come to my bed.

brIDGET: I’m pretty sure texting like a caveman is a symptom that requires a trip back to the ER.

CRAIG: Bridget. Come.

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