“You give me a lot of you, Lennon. I think I admire that about you. Shitty things have happened, and instead of holding them in and letting them eat you from the inside out, you talk about them. I think that gives you some sort of power of the situation, you know? Anyway, I just …” He shifts his beanie up, runs his fingers through his hair. “I wanted to give you some of me too. And that story … I haven’t shared it with anyone but the therapist I saw back then. I’ve never wanted to share it with anyone. Until …” The single word is left unsaid, hanging heavy in the air between us. You. Until
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