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SIX: Fallen Angels
IN THAT CITY, no one is distant from another.
In the dark recesses of someone else’s apartment, Isaac laid bare on the bed with some guy he goes to after-school tutor with.
“Are you coming to my 18th?” Gio Mendel asked.
“I don’t think so, Gio. And, I don’t want to.”
He was silent for a moment.
“Is it because of the other day?”
“Because of what?”
“Because I told you, you know?”
“Because I told you, what?”
“Jesus Christ, Isaac. Stop acting so obtuse. You are fucking hurting me.”
Gio looked at Isaac directly. He did seem hurt.
“I have nothing to do with your feelings,
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