“We’re in a fight?” she asks, shock and hurt crossing her face. I knew I shouldn’t have started with that. “Yeah, how does it feel?” It doesn’t happen often. She looks panic-stricken and I realize that the fear of losing me…of losing us is what really motivates her. She motions to the case. “Burn it. Do what you need to do.” She shoves it against my chest and tries to push me out the door. I force myself not to smile because the “tough love” is actually working. I’d rather not ruin it with a momentary grin. “No masturbating,” I tell her again. She nods wildly. “I know. None. Not at all. Scouts
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