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Don't Stop

Evie

I had wanted to ask him about his mom, especially since he talked about her in the past tense. I stopped myself from pushing. It was none of my business, and if he wasn’t ready to talk about it, I wasn’t going to pick the scab off a festering wound.

“I’m sorry. Death is sad no matter the situation.”

He nodded but said nothing more on the matter. “Is this another one of those things you do often? To decompress?”

I laughed. “No, definitely not. I don’t know if this is really decompressing. The fun does rejuvenate me a little though. It’s exhausting but it feels good to scream and just kind of let loose. Don’t you agree?”

He smirked. “I suppose. There are other activities that can lead to screaming and letting loose.”

He was so different than he had been before our outing on the boat. I was convinced I was getting to see the man behind the mask. “Yes, I suppose there are.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away.

“For what?”

“I’m being an ass.”

“I don’t think you are,” I assured him.

“I
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