“She’s my friend—my friend. Why do you have to have sex with her? Can’t you find your own friends?” The waiter sets down chips and salsa. I cringe. If Harrison could stop saying sex, this night would go much better. “Dinner, Harrison. Did you hear me say dinner? Maybe a movie.” “And …” Harrison leans toward me, eyes wide. “And I take her home.” “No sex?” The little shit. I’m ready to strangle him. I don’t care what type of musical savant he may be. “No sex.” I’m going to Hell anyway. What’s a little lie on top of everything else? “Are you going to kiss her?” I loosen my tie and scratch my
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