“Wait, Dex, there’s something I need to tell you about Denny,” I say, clamping my legs shut, squeezing the life out of his hand. There’s a smirk on his face. Like he’s thrilled I just denied him. “Did you just close your legs on me?” I nod slowly, once again glancing at the box on the table. “I hate to pile on, but there’s something else you need to know… I don’t know how to say it.” “Are you leaving me?” “No,” I assure him with wide, horrified eyes. “Is it medical? Are you hurt? Is someone else hurt?” Puzzled, I answer, “No.” “Then I don’t care right now. We can talk later.” “Dex…you can’t
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