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I shoved my hands into my back pocket and blew a curl out of my eye

“New York”

“And you’re here because…”

I’m here because no one knohat to do with me

“Look, I don’t really want to do this talking buddy thing, so I’et started, okay?”

He shrugged but didn’t say anything, and for so dis under aevery action analyzed and picked apart I was used toonto every word that caospel

Of course, the gospel according to Monroe isn’t exactly full of rainbows and unicorns, but as long as I was talking, they were happy Because a talking Monroe wasn’t as scary to deal with as the nonverbal version I’d been several o Back then, I was almost straitjacket material

Back then…I shuddered Nope Not going there today

Onceon the material a little so that it wasn’t plastered to h there was shade froht that it would be pretty awful to spend the afternoon out here painting Because it wasn’t just hot, it was oppressive

It made me wonder about Nathan

His shorts were Abercroain Abercroh the bandana was hick, and he looked like he came fro some old lady’s iron fence on an afternoon meant for pools or beaches Or anyplace other than here

He glanced back at h it looked like I was staring at hi at him exactly

“What does your tattoo mean?” I said in a rush

“I thought you didn’t want to talk”

“I don’t,” I sta how flustered I felt