Driving home my mind was racing. What the hell was going on? Why was all this happening to me all at once? Why the hell did I leave her there in the office? Chapter 7: An Exhibitionist Tale In the time it took me from when I put my phone down in Amanda's office to the time it took to get home, my phone had blown up. Texts from Justine, a couple of calls and a voicemail from
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