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socks, Leo’s sweatpants in a neat pile beside me. “I’m sorry, El,” he said quietly.
I didn’t respond. “I don’t know why I said that. Maybe it was the wine… maybe I thought it would make everyone laugh, and instead I…”
“You humiliated me, Jonah,” I said flatly.
“I know.”
“I didn’t trap you. I gave you everything. And continue reading …
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