The two were inseparable growing up next door, playing football in our backyard, video games in our basement, or spending hours in Caleb’s bedroom, music blaring and eating all the damn food in the house. At the same time, I was relegated to the porch because, according to sweet Caroline, ladies don’t play football, video games, or eat. It was never apparent to me what ladies did exactly, besides bitterly observing two boys enjoying life and getting stood up by them at debutante balls. But whatever it was, it rendered me nothing more than a pretty little thing Caleb needed to protect. And
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