“I don’t want to talk to you,” he says. The pounding in my chest only gets faster. “If that were true, you’d have told that boy to not let me in. You wouldn’t even respond.” “We were friends. I wasn’t gonna turn you around, make you look like a fool,” Dre says with a forced laugh. We were friends. “Just friends?” I ask. He looks at me now, his eyes glassy. I feel a pang in my chest. “Do you kiss all your friends, Dre?” He sniffs and shifts uncomfortably. “Sleep with them too?” I continue, vision blurring. “Tell them you love them?” I wipe my eyes. I need to focus. He’s quiet, staring at me
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