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“How bad is it?” Yorkie huffed. “Bad enough.” He cut Ryan a sideways glance. “Not, like, Chicago bad.”
That hadn’t changed the fact that fifteen-year-old Nico had finally been able to say to his father, Look, there’s a gay man in the league now. He’s at the All-Star Game. I’m coming out too.
The stitches ripped.
