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“If I’m vulnerable, people can hurt me. Men can hurt me,” I whisper into the darkness of my room, too honest in my drunken stupor as the words slide out. I sense his eyes on me as he bends so his forehead meets mine and presses our noses together, an awkward position for him, but the cutest move I’ve ever seen him make; there’s something insanely innocent and tender about it. I glance up at him

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