“Jake told me to tell you that you put the colors on me,” I confessed. “What colors are those?” “Blue,” I told her, and with a deep breath, added, “and pink.” Audrey’s recognition hit her in small doses. First, with the lift of her chin, and then, the parting of her lips. She nodded slowly and whispered, “That’s the color of love.” I nodded, knowing nothing else needed to be said, but needing to say it anyway. “For the first time in my life, I made the decision to feel hurt and angry with someone else and not alone. You make me so fucking vulnerable, Audrey, and I hate it so much. I fucking
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