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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