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I’m great.
Connor:
In top-notch condition actually.
Connor:
Feeling inspired for the first time since my sister died.
Connor:
Fuck, that’s the first time I wrote those words out.
Connor:
I don’t like seeing them. My sister died.
Connor:
There it is again.
Connor:
Still feels like she’s just away, you know? She’ll be back on campus any minute now.
Chatty Connor is a red flag. As little as I know this boy, I can say with confidence that this behavior seems out of character. I quickly type out a response, concern filling me. He seems off. Maybe he’s drunk or high?
