I mean, it’s a closure thing. Look, I think I need to, okay?” And Oliver, being Oliver, just said, “Of course.” The problem was, I wasn’t actually sure why I needed to. I was calling it closure because that seemed a healthy and usefully vague label I could point other people at. And maybe it was closure. Maybe after tonight the little box in my head that had Miles written on it would finally be closed, and I’d never have to think about him—or what we’d been to each other or what he’d done to me—ever again. Besides, if it wasn’t closure…what did that mean? What was I trying to prove? Or, if I
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