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“Don’t let the fear you carry become so heavy you don’t live.” She knew so little about me. About who I was outside the beige sponge-painted walls of the facility. About who I used to be. And yet her advice was poignant and spot-on.
“Promise me, sweet girl. I lived ninety-six years, but I didn’t live nearly enough.”
How can a moment feel like a last chance and a fresh start at the same time?
“Paws off my ride, asshole. And yes, although gender is a social construct and it’s not appropriate to assume you know anything about a person’s identity, I am, in fact, a girl.”
My eyes flit between the four men: The dark, scowling asshole. The iPad-wielding nerd. The huge, tatted emo boy. The gruff, gorgeous jock. They’d look like a ragtag team of misfits if they weren’t presiding over the parking lot like they own the damn place.
“You said you weren’t sure where things stand between us, so now I’ll make it abundantly clear as often as possible.”
Decker Crusade’s ability to morph a decent day into the stuff of nightmares takes true talent. If this whole quarterback thing doesn’t work out, he could very well have a future in dashing dreams and ruining lives.
