Chapter 8:

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*Dan's Dream*
"Dan! For fuck's sake, why did I even marry you in the first place?" Yelled Sophie.
"Sorry babe! Philippa was sat on me."
"Ew. I hate the name Philippa, Dad. Call me... Phil instead." A sudden pain ran through my body. Phil. The name of his best friend. Gone but never forgotten...
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I sat bolt upright in bed. I couldn't let that happen. Sophie was bad news. She was only in it for the money. The little bitch. Phil was the one. My one. The boy I could call my best friend, my soulmate. My everything. I had to do something. I grabbed my phone (and was blinded by the screen brightness) and texted Sophie. I didn't care what time it was, we were meeting at the gallery tomorrow and she can't do anything about that.

I had one thing to do.

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