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“Hey.” Lake hands me her phone as we’re waiting for the guys to finish up and come out of the clubhouse.

“What’s up?” I take her phone, hoping this isn’t some preteen drama and people are spreading lies about her.

I read the screen, and my stomach drops like a semi-truck off a cliff.

When you have the same OBGYN as Foster Davis’s baby mama.

And there’s a picture of us in the waiting room.

I scroll as my stomach does that slow, nauseating drop because my body knows before my brain catches up. I’m about to be skinned alive in public.

northside.nyla: She’s not who I thought he’d be with.

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Of course I’m not. I’m not a swimsuit model with a ring light.

wavelandwatcher: same… I’m confused

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ivyandheat: y’all act like you know him personally

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They’ll never know the Foster Davis I do.

dugoutdaydreams: He could do better.

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filthyfourteen: Like me.

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southside_sanity: Get in line

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Congrats on having zero self-respect and a keyboard.

bullpenbabe14: Cry… I wanted to have his baby.

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Sorry my uterus is crushing your dream.

extra_innings_girl: leave her alone. She’s cute.

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Cute. That’s… kind. In the way you call a stray cat cute right before you give it away.