e door, holding the neatly packed con

at me, "we should talk to your parents

e visiting my aunt in California.

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acked my personal items fro

abbed my arm. He dragged me to his car and

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m my hand. "Can you at le

a smiling photo of us in Central Park, was

stroom," I sai

waiter pushed a cart with a birthday cake and a b

one. Verizon. [Happy Birthday,

t in the small park across the street. Michael was

into his arms. They held each other

ed. "You ruin

deck, the one overlooking the Hudson, a

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and wal

ment Michael and I share

yway, I left the apartment keys

to my pare

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ously playing games over one

ur to get your ass back here, or

ed his