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My heart breaks. “You’re going to have him forever. I promise.”

“He misses you,” she exclaims.

“I miss him too.” Closing my eyes, I will myself not to cry.

“He’s different. He doesn’t smile or laugh anymore.”

A tear drops, and I try and silently search for a tissue before Taylah tells me off for lines of mascara running down my face. “You might have to help him, remind him of all the reasons he once smiled.”

“That’s a great idea. I think I know the perfect thing.”

“Don’t give up on him, okay?”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Is your mum still around?”

“Yes, I’ll get her.”

“Hello again.” Sasha’s voice is tired, worn thin.

“Thank you so much for letting me talk to her. I didn’t realise how much I needed it.”

“Of course, you can still call here. Even if thing are tricky right now.”

I sigh loudly through the phone. “That’s the understatement of the century.”

“How have you been?”

“I miss him, Sasha. I miss him so fucking much.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, because all I seem to do is fucking cry. “But I’m also mad at him for making decisions so final. I thought we meant more.”

“I don’t think this is about him not wanting to fight for you. Jagger just thinks he knows best.”

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“Doyou think John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John fucked on the set ofGrease?” Taylah asks, finishing off our second bottle of wine.

“Probably. Who didn’t want want to fuck Danny Zuko?”

“Emmersson,” she slurs as the wine completes its job successfully. “I’m sorry.”

I glance over at her sitting on the opposite end of the couch. “What for?”

“Pushing you to date Jagger.”

“Don’t. It hurts like a bitch, but every moment with him was worth the tears.” I don’t think I’ll ever get over what it felt to love and be loved by Jagger. It was so much more than words and physical touches. It was a whole experience. On every level I felt connected to him, and I always will. “I don't regret it. None of it. And If I recall, when I asked you what happens if it goes bad, you told me to suck it up because at least I got to fuck a hot guy.”

“I’m so knowledgeable,” she drawls. “Good fuck then?”

“It was better than anything I’ve ever had.”

“Man, I need some good sex. And sexy twin number two is now unavailable,” she whines.

“You can still pursue him.”

“You know what’s funny? When you notice the differences in their personalities, it’s almost like they’re no longer twins.”

“Ha. That’s so true. I don’t think I ever looked at Hendrix and had the same instant response as I did with Jagger.” I remember my only reaction was shock they were twins, not that I was attracted to both.

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