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Nick opened and Charlie rushed into the room. “Pack your things!” he said. “Let’s get out of here!”
“Are you mental?” Nick huffed out in disbelief, closing the door.
“No! Actually, I think I’m finally sane!” Charlie whirled around. “I’m sorry! For pushing you away. For not being ready! But I am now. If - if you are?”
“Char, we can’t just run away!” Nick explained, hiding his beaming smile.
Charlie didn’t notice. “Too late,” he whispered, tearing up. “Sorry I came.”
He was about to leave when Nick stopped him.
“I meant I first have to call off the wedding.”