“I’m really sorry,” I blurt. And I am. “For touching … and stamping your penis. Don’t be mad.”“Penis,” he repeats, incredulous, then laughs despite himself. “You’re not helping.”He closes his eyes, inhales, exhales.“I’m not mad,” he says quietly, opening those now-dark forest-green eyes, “I’m try
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