“Like, for example, you and him… are both not gay… in the exact same way,” I said, cutting my words. I looked at him and watched the blade of my voice sink into his chest. He threw down what grass he had left, stood up, using his knees for support, and walked directly to the cooler.
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“Corbin, his shirt is on your lawn like a flag. How am I supposed to… what am I?”
“Say it. Say it!” I shouted when he began to hesitate. “Tell me why you care. Tell me. Say it to me right now. Why? Tell me.” I put my finger in his chest. I could feel my eyes narrowing, growing heavy with tears. I was surprised that my voice hadn’t faltered. I looked Peter in the eye and waited for him to say something. Anything.
“I just… I can’t…” was all I got. I sighed and shook my head.
“I’m not asking you for the world, Pete. I’m really not. I’m just asking you for one reason to pick up this phone and call Mike and cancel. Give me one reason.”
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