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“Let me take you home,” it read. I clicked my music off, glancing over and seeing his phone in his hand, too—the same text visible. “No,” I typed back. I couldn’t let him take me home. Not ever. I tried to pull away from his hand, but he clasped it tightly. “Let me take you home,” he typed again.” — Penelope Douglas
Let me take you home,” it read.
I clicked my music off, glancing over and seeing his phone in his hand, too—the same text visible.
“No,” I typed back.
I couldn’t let him take me home. Not ever. I tried to pull away from his hand, but he clasped it tightly.
“Let me take you home,” he typed again.