““What do you talk about?”... “Nothing. Just . . . stuff.” “Oh my god, Jules. You are blushing!” This is appalling. She’s right. I can feel it. “I am not!” She leans in and teases me. “Do you need a mirror? You’re bright red.” “Stop it. It’s not like that. We talk about . . . heavy things.” I don’t want to say “death.” Even that much feels like breaking a confidence. “We’re not flirting.” “So he hasn’t sent you a picture of his manhood yet?” I burst out laughing. “Has Brandon sent you a picture of his?” “No!” Now she’s blushing. “Knowing him, it would be artfully framed, with perfect lighting and specifically placed shadows—” “Shut up!” But she’s giggling.””
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