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“Maybe I’m just hurt. Did you think of that?” His chest rises and falls with his deep breath. “Shit. This isn’t how I wanted this conversation to go. I sound like an ass.”

“Yeah.” I hug myself. “You really do.”

He turns to the table and messes with the stack of flashcards I have there. “Please forget I said anything?”

Steve is a nice guy, and I meant it when I told Easton he was good to me