Wanting a gold medal, a record, it’s a great dream. But it’s not mine anymore.” I tilt my head. “What’s yours, then?” His smile is crooked. “For a while, I thought I needed to have some over-the-top goal, something comparable to the Olympics, but…” He stops. Runs his thumb over my lower lip. “I want to spend four years in med school, fully knowing that it’ll be hell. Do a fellowship and a residency. Corpse stuff, sure. I want to travel to places that don’t have a fucking pool. See my family more than once a year. Sleep in. Go on hiking trips. Stay home for long weekends and have morally
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