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or I can't sleep.

What are you talking about?

Wren: Speaking of.

Maya St. Germain.

Nothing. Some idiot just got the wrong number.

not marrying my sister.

No, no. It's just my mom wants me home.

A police report for shoplifting? Really?

Totally unprofessional.

but instead, they contacted my mom.

Ezra's leaving, so dad got his wish.

Mom! Come on, you know everybody that's in my life.

- Maybe you should return it. - Fine.

And she had a friend named Alison who was getting texts from somebody.

Something to drink?

Why would "A" send your dad a letter like that

and if I don't take it, he will know what's keeping me here.

This "A" creep expects me to believe

Your dad and I will look into it.

Actually, I like the campus and the professors.

Before anybody goes moving away

that I don't blame you for what you had to do.

Well, yeah, of course he's suspicious,

I need to talk to Hanna.

We'll meet you there.

I just feel bad lying to her.

I've got class in a few minutes.

'cause I-I really don't feel like having

Uh... I haven't given them an answer yet.

- Vivian owes you money? - Two thousand.

People have way too much time on their hands.

- Do you know who's doing this? - No.

They freaked out, a little.

of Alison's autopsy report have been stolen.

Sure. Grab a box of pasta?

I'm gonna walk around town later,

We need to find out what she was doing in Alison's room.

I am... smashed!

I can handle some radioactive texting.

Do you think Ezra would know someone who would want to--?

It... closed down three months ago.

to see a cop on your doorstep again.

You wanna come?

I don't know if she's breaking up with me

When you go down there, could you look outside