Extract From A Book I'll Never Write #23

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Theo knows. He remembers that night, when Blue had hugged him tight and told him Evan could play baseball, and Theo had shaken the smirking boys hand and known he was giving something up, even if he wasn't sure what that thing was just yet.

Maybe it was love. Maybe it was friendship. Maybe it was a certain type of happy ending. Whatever it was, it's nearly two years gone. So Theo shakes off the sinking feeling that threatens to drown him and he smile into the phone, pretending to be the same person he's always been, even if that person has only ever been a mask that a whole lot of people believed all too easily.

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