“Has it ever occurred to you, Martin, that you were a different person on your year abroad and you loved men then that the person you are now could never love?” “No, it hasn’t,” I said. “Because the whole point of this trip is to remember who I used to be, and that Chelsea was very much in love with Marcellino DeCapio. What’s more, I liked her. She was fun and adventurous and bighearted.” I rubbed my knuckles over my chest. “I miss her.” “Well, I can’t weigh in on that debate, since I didn’t know you then,” he said. He put his hand on the back of his neck as he studied me from beneath his
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