“Don’t feel bad for me, shortcake. Parents fuck up their kids all the time.” He playfully bumps his leg against mine. “Now, tell me what having a mother that loves you feels like.” I don’t talk at first because I’m lost in what he’s told me, in what I’ve seen about him and his family on the internet. Everything in me wants to pry further about his life, to figure out why he is the way he is. “If you aren’t ready to talk about her, you don’t have to,” he offers, his tone gentle. I shake my head at him. “It isn’t that. I just was caught up in hearing about your childhood.” He peels a piece off
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