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She always thinks of Sarah these days.
It's getting pathetic, Blaire thinks. How much her ex-girlfriend seems to weigh on her mind. And it's like, their entire friend group is intertwined, like one big mess. So she can't call anyone to complain; she doesn't want the blowback.
Hell, she couldn't even call for someone to help her get an abortion, because she didn't want Sarah to find out. It's not like she was moving on so fast, wanting someone again.
It didn't mean anything.
Blaire lies down on her bed, staring up at the attic ceiling. She's pathetic, yes, but she's not pathetic enough to call Sarah, even though her brain wants her to, even though it'd be something unforgivable for her. She's not that kind of ex. But, still.
She wants to talk to her; she's missed her voice.
And there's not much that can stop her when she grabs the phone. She'll deal with the consequences later, or when Sarah picks up.