“Dean?” She pauses. “Dean Di Laurentis?”
“Yes.” I curl up again, tucking my head against the pillow.
“You want me to call Dean.”
“Yes.”
“Dean Di Laurentis?”
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https://gyannidhi.com/“Yes.” I lick my dry lips, which are salty from my tears.
Tears that won’t fucking stop falling. “Please…just call him.
I…” I feel my entire face collapsing again. “I need him.”
