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A hollow feeling spreads through my center. Same sensation you get after being sucker punched. The grief—it’ll hit you out of nowhere like that.
Oh, dear sweet Jesus. The man is wearing glasses.
“What’re you into these days?” I’m into lusting after cowboys who morph into hot professors.
“You know how I feel about Jonathan Bailey, Wheeler.” “We all feel that way about Jonathan Bailey.”
“You gonna ask me to join you? Or am I gonna have to beg?”

