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The next morning I received a text message from my ex. «We need to meet and talk»

«No need» – I replied with a message.

– Can you explain?

– Not.

Within a minute, he called me. He hasn’t called me since the day he took his last things.

– Hello. What are you doing?

– Time eight in the morning, Maxim, I just woke up.

– Aren’t you at work?

«I’m on vacation, Max.

– You wanted to go on vacation later?

– I took it at my own expense. And anyway, what do you care where I am?

– Just. I decided to ask how you are doing. Can’t you?

«Everything’s fine, don’t worry, Max. Do not call me more.

– Yana, I want to talk to you personally when we meet.

– When I return from vacation, we’ll see. Maybe we can talk to you, Max. And now I have things to do.

I said it as seriously as possible, although I was still basking under the covers in my favorite soft lilac pajamas.

– What’s up, Yana, where are you, anyway? I have come to you more than once.

– I’m visiting the country. I won’t be back soon. Goodbye, Maxim.

– So Rita told the truth?

– What did Rita say?

– That you found yourself a rich daddy who now provides for you.