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and basketball games. Things he will
never get back.
"He has to work," I mumble, and
she casts me a sympathetic look. She
doesn’t mean it in a cruel way, but it still
stings. “Anyway, enough about my
uneventful life. How are things with
Kurt?” I wiggle my brows, wanting to
change the subject. I hate complaining
about Cohen, to anyone, even my best
