Zach crossed the intersection. I could feel his eyes bore into the back of my head. “You mad at me?” he said. I meant to say, Yes, I most certainly am, because you think I will never amount to anything. But what came out of my mouth was something else, and it was embarrassingly stupid. “I will never throw rose petals to anybody,” I said, and then I broke down, the kind of crying where you’re sucking air and making heaving sounds like a person drowning. Zach pulled over on the side of the road, saying, “Holy moly. What’s the matter?” He wrapped one arm around me and pulled me across the seat to
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