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"Are you sure your mom won't mind us gate crashing  at your house?" Frank asked Alex, tugging on her arm. I stared between them both, as I tried to keep pace next to them. "You're hardly gate crashing, and besides she isn't in…she's in work. Won't be back until late tonight." "Why's that?" I asked, my lips wobbled over the words, I surprised myself, and gave a sheepish grin toward me. "Business… I hardly ever see her anymore… she goes out of town a lot." I dropped my gaze from hers, Frank bit his lip numbly as we turned into a smaller road. "Oh," I said lightly, she nodded, filling the silence with a warm smile, fiddling with Franks hand. ...

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