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The mood in the room dropped immediately, and everyone turned to Sebastian. Everyone knew, or at least had suspicions, but they wanted to hear it from the person who had brought them together.
Sebastian, for his part, refused to look rushed or nervous. With the same, partly angry, partly doleful look on his face, he took a long inhale on his cigarette and blew it out. "The farmer." He said softly. "Sam, Abby, I know this place was just for us, but I felt like, considering," he waved the hand with the cigarette at the extra three in the room," they were also hurt..."
"You know how I feel about it." Abigail scowled." I don't want to talk about him."
Sebastian shrugged. "You don't have to. I figured it would be good to get all these feeling out. You can go, if you want. Just don't run up the fucking aisle at his wedding tomorrow."
Don't be a slut, farmer!