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"You have to tell her," he says

"Nothing to tell," I lie

"Liar," he says Yeah, he knows me too well

"Whatever," I say

"You talk to Moht ahead Fucking Nate, no I didn’t talk tothe mama’s boy But he doesn’t quite understand howto depression Mom pushed ood thing…falling in love? Cass is aweso," he says

"Got it Good Okay, are you done now? I’d like to hear so a total asshole It’s what I do when I’m uncomfortable, and he knows it

"Yeah, I’m done Here’s your Coke, dickhead," he tosses it on my lap so that I have to wait to open it I’m tempted to spray it on his bed sheets But I don’t Instead, I pull it intoon the top until it’s safe to open

Godda football

Chapter 22

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This isn’t quite how ame, Cass and I were settled in for some time alone Pizza, a six-pack of Pabst, and Chunky Monkey ice crea her official membership on the McConnell tea

I hate that for her My parents wouldn’tin Nate’s or ue, my mom would ask if they had shirts for parents, and how she could get season tickets Cass is doing her best to not act disappointed, but I can tell she is--she shows it in the quiet --her eyes off in the distance