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Two months later
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Chris
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“Are you alright, man?” Kyle asks, setting his beer down. We are at my place, sitting by the pool. “Yeah, I’m good,” I lie to him, not wanting to get into it. “You are worried about her,” he says, making me feel stupid for thinking I could lie to him. Kyle knows me very well. “I wanna be there for her, man. Last night when I spoke to her on the phone, she broke down and cried, and I wanted to be there for her so badly, but I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s too soon, and as much as I don’t care what people say. I care about what his parents think, and I don’t want to hurt them. I know at a time like this, people are fragile, and I don’t want to give them the impression that
