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Nash: Never had one of those?

Me: Never.

Nash: Good. Don’t.

Me: Why?

Nash: It gets old.

I look at that, trying to understand.

Me: Then why do it?

Nash: I don’t know.

Me: Are you going to be okay?

Nash: Yeah. You?

Me: I’m worried.

Nash: About?

Me: Declan.

Nash: Don’t worry about him.

Nash: Okay?

Me: It’s more about you.

He doesn’t answer right away. Three minutes later, the dots come up.

Nash: Don’t.

Me: Do you still hate me?

Nash: Totally.

Me: Good. I thought you were going soft on me.

Nash: I’m not.

Nash: Still a hater.

Me: Me too.

Me: Good night, Nash. Thanks for leaving with me.

Nash: You told me to.

I lie on my side staring at that one. I’m still in the zipped jacket with nothing under it, which is uncomfortable, and I’m too lazy to get up and change. I pull the blanket to my chin and fall asleep looking at my phone.

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Nash