I WANTED DENVER. I WANTED THIS CONTRACT. I hold my breath, waiting. Not understanding where he’s going with this. Then he shows the next sign, and my heart stops. BUT I WANT YOU MORE. He holds that sign up for several long beats, as if willing me to believe it. To accept the truth of what he’s saying. I read it once, then again. Then a third time, trying to make my brain accept what my eyes are seeing as tears stream down my cheeks, hot against my skin. Then he flips over another sign, his movements deliberate. IF YOU DON’T THINK THERE’S ROOM IN THAT LIFE FOR YOU, WE’LL BUILD A DIFFERENT LIFE.
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