“And fuck you, Max Manning. Fuck you for being kind to me. For making me feel safe and vulnerable when I know it’s a mistake. For dancing with me, for holding my hand beneath the stars, and for making me laugh like there are still things worth laughing about. Fuck you for giving me flowers, then and now, as if I really matter to you, and for making my birthday special. And for playing me this stupid song that I absolutely love because it makes me feel the same way you make me feel.” I catch my breath and swallow hard, my voice softening to a hoarse whisper. “Like…I have no reason to be mad
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