“Nah. Too old. Plus all my friends are here,” I say. “Do you know how hard it is to make new friends as an adult? Extremely hard. I don’t want to move to a new place and be all by myself.” “You wouldn’t be by yourself.” “At the start, I would.” “Not if I went with you.” I keep my expression neutral, even as my heart skitters in my chest. “You’d go with me?” “Why not?” he asks, as if that’s not a big deal. “Where?” “Anywhere.” “To Timbuktu?” He smiles faintly. “If you asked nicely.” “I always ask nicely. I’m very nice.” “And that’s why you won’t have any problem making friends. Even as a
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