“You have to stop fucking with people,” he whispered into my ear. “People’s hearts are real whether or not you want to believe that, whether or not you’re ready to accept that.”
We had sex in the room he grew up in, on stale wood bunk beds, small, glow-worm stars taped up by loving parents. He…
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