“You think that just because you don’t love yourself, no one else can love you? Well here’s evidence to the contrary, Cleo. I love you.” He thumped his chest twice. “I love all of you. The confident air you wear in public and the vulnerabilities you don’t let anyone see. I don’t care what your grades in school are, I don’t care what shape your body is, and I don’t care if you’re tone deaf and love singing crappy pop songs at the top of your lungs in the shower.” He scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “And I’m sure as hell not ashamed of it. I don’t care who the hell knows. I’ll head over to the
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