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My heart races at the thought of seeing her again tomorrow

Chances are, I’ll see her every day this week—but only because I can’t tell her a daood

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Blaire

“I have an idea” I zip myself into a pair of Renata’s floral coveralls Tuesdaytruck

“And what’s that?” He takes a sip of coffee from an oversized Stanley tumbler

“Let’s play a ga about myself that you don’t know, and then you do the sao back and forth”

“That sounds like a terrible game”

“I’ll go first I took an abstract painting class in college and the professor ripped my work to shreds in front of the entire class He said his four-year-old could paint better than hed—then I realized he was being serious I dropped the class immediately because it was an elective Six ot plastered at the bar, and tried to ask for irl Anyway, I gave him the number of this spammer who had just called me … once you call those places, they put your number into a database and they sell it a hundred times over”

“Vicious,” he says, a hint of sarcasm in his tone

Maybe it was a silly little story, but it’s the kind of thing I would’ve rushed ho day of classes I want hi or small

“Your turn,” I say

“Nah, I’ood”

I give his arain”

He sips his coffee oncetime I suppose And he squints over his dash

“Waiting …” I rap h

Clearing his throat, he finally begins “Few years back, I answered the door to this young woht maybe her car broke down, or she was lost and saw a house and decided to ask for directions But then she asked for Cash Turns out, Cash had a kid he didn’t know about He knocked up soirl over in Greenspout She tried to pass the kid off as her boyfriend’s, but soured out it couldn’t have been his”

I clap my hand over my mouth

“So that’s the story of how Cash becahteen,” he says