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Why Do We Pretend?

“Hello,” Justin said and reached to shake the hand I hadn’t realized I was holding out until he touched it. My mind raced around a million ideas, but I simply could not figure out what to say to him. Drew, perceptive in this case but not in the half-dozen times I tried to clue him into how I felt about him, eased the tension for me.

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