“It’s DeeAnn.” “What?” “DeeAnn. You pronounce her name ‘DeeAnn.’ ” They had barely been able to get out of the room without laughing. “DeeAnn!” JB had said later, when they told him the story. “Christ! What a pretentious little shit.” “But he’s your pretentious little shit,” Jude had said. And ever since, they had referred to Dean as “DeeAnn.” Unfortunately, however, it appeared that despite JB’s tireless cultivation of DeeAnn, he was no closer to being included in the magazine than he had been three months ago. JB had even let DeeAnn suck him off in the steam room at the gym, and still nothing.”
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Hanya Yanagihara,
A Little Life