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“I love swimming,” he said again. He was quiet for a little while. And then he said, “I love swimming—and you.” I didn’t say anything. “Swimming and you, Ari. Those are the things I love the most.”
I was always thinking of Dante, always trying to figure him out, always wondering why it was that we were friends and why it seemed to matter so much. To both of us.
