The corner of his mouth lifts in a nasty smirk. “There is no risk here because you are who you are, and he is who he is. You’ll never be on his radar without the beer it takes to get there, honey, and he’ll continuously have his hands full of something better.” Wow. I want to scream and cry, to demand he apologize and start over from scratch. But mostly, stupidly, I wish he’d look at me like he used to. Even if I could never do the same. It’s with that thought in mind that I go home, open my computer, and do what I should have done months ago. I submit my transfer application to the University
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