“Do you have any other stipulations?” “Not really.” “You don’t want to fix me, then? You don’t have a long list of things I need to work on?” “No.” I stare out the window. The view is so bleak. So cold. Covered in ice and snow. “There’s nothing wrong with you that isn’t already wrong with me,” I say quietly. “And if I were smart I’d first figure out how to fix myself.” We’re both silent awhile. The tension is so thick in this small space. “Aaron?” I say, still watching the scenery fly by. I hear the small hitch in his breath. The hesitation. It’s the first time I’ve used his first name so
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