“Obviously.” “Then he’s insane,” she grumbled. “If I had a penis or liked girls, I would want you.” “Thanks,” I half sobbed, half laughed. “If I had a penis or liked girls, I’d want you, too.” “So, we’re really not going to hate him?” “No,” I replied. “We’re really not.” “Ugh,” Claire groaned. “Fine.” “You’re a great friend, Claire,” I told her.
