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Justin closed the notebook and sighed to himself. What should I do? he asked himself.

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I smoothed her hand over her growing belly. I hope it’s a boy, I said to myself. I looked at the bottle lying next to me. They were my anxiety pills. They hadn’t been helping lately.

Angela looked at her and said, “I can’t keep hiding you here. Every time Justin comes here, his eyes are so sad. He truly loves you, Anna. You just need to let him in.”

“How on earth can I let him in when I’m still in love with his dead brother?” I screamed.

Angela shook her head. “Like hell if I should know. You were always the one with the men problems. I’ve been with Mike since 8^th grade.” She saw the look on my face when she said Mike. I was the only one who called Justin’s brother Michael, Mike.  “I’m sorry babe, but you gotta go. I love you dearly but I can’t hurt Justin anymore. He’s one of my friends too.”

“Alright,” I yelled, “Will you be satisfied if I called him?”

“You bet,” Angela said, smiling as if she was so clever.

“God I hate you,” I said laughing. I picked up the phone and dialed *67 before dialing Justin’s cell phone number. It rang and rang and then, “Hello?”

[[Well I was looking through this story thinking of what I can do with it and I've got an idea in mind. Hope you guys will still enjoy it! Thanks for reading! Analyssa]]