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There’s no need to pretend that I like the taste of beer any more than she does. There’s no pressure to be cool or anything, in fact. George is so far outside my group of friends that she might as well be from Mars. In a way, she’s free. And that makes it easier. I don’t know why, it just does.
Wasps in the Ice Cream
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