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second day

 This is the second day in a row that he has been talking to Christy from work. She no longer works at the same place but apparently still needs things from him. Sus... yes... I'm trying not to let it get to me. I have no evidence other than him smiling at his phone again. 

We are on vacation.  Stop fucking working!

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