“I want you to leave. Make up one of your bullshit excuses and just go. Go back to Boston or California. I don’t care where. I just want you gone.” His eye twitched. “I’m not leaving.” “Go,” I said, shoving him, hard. “Just go.” That’s when I saw the first cracks in his armor. His voice cracking, he said, “What did you expect me to say to you, Belly?” “Stop saying my name!” I screamed. “What do you want from me?” he yelled back. “I laid myself fucking bare last night! I put it all out there, and you shut me down. Rightfully so. I get that I shouldn’t have said any of that stuff to you. But now
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