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, but didn't back down. Her chi

that almost

led over apologies or excuses, trying

could see the faint flush on her cheeks. "Well,

she wanted to fire back

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t like th

zzing like it's Christmas morning. Marcus smacks the hea

!" he crows, waving the

reading a proclamation. "The Chronicle says Cole plays with br

le room

are, but it's useless. The guys circle like sharks

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everyone else to see, but when she looked at me

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against the glass windows. Tyler's hunched in our usual booth, ear

say, sl

cking up for half a second b

the silence stretch; Tyler's never been big on small talk. But ev

aw it?"

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oughtfully, then say

y own brother thi

flat, so matter-of-fact,

to be on my

too hard sometimes. You don't stop even when you shoul

e if I want to

damn it,

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ir just to break the heaviness. "Eat your

king, but his eyes linger

ll waiting for

r's door is shut, I sit at the kitchen table

s words agai

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ating her for it,

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at gnaws at me every day. The fear that one wro

e looks at me, like she sees past the shine, makes

o my face, draggi

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the gym today, unflinching, almo

a long time, I wonder

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