“Hey, how did your date go?” Luke asks, nudging me with his foot and leaning his head back against Max’s shoulder. “It was fine, thank you for asking.” All of my dates are fine. I like going out and chatting with people, even though I never feel any sort of spark or attraction. Dates, for me, are more of a way to make friends. To not be alone for a few hours. Luke stares at me, waiting for more, and I try to come up with a way to explain it to him that he might understand. “I do not have bad dates, really, but I…I do not feel that anyone is my Max. I do not like anyone.” Everyone stares at me
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