This is the worst idea in the history of horrible ideas. I told myself a thousand times that whatever Lexy and I had decided to do was a giant mistake, but something in my subconscious wouldn’t let me turn around—that, and I’d already dragged her into whatever cockamamie non-plan I had so there really was no going back.
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