Boston was hit by a rare blizzard.Flights were grounded, the T was running behind, and the entire city was buried in white.I didn't expect Alex to show up outside my apartment building in weather like this.That evening, the building manager called to tell me a man was pacing outside the entrance and refusing to leave. He didn't have an appointment, wasn't a resident, and kept insisting that security tell me to come downstairs.I pulled back the curtain and saw Alex standing under a streetlamp.He had no umbrella, just a black overcoat. Snow had piled thick on his shoulders and in his hair, his face was blue with cold, yet he kept his head tilted up, staring at my window.He was using the pity play that had always worked best on me.In the past, all it took was a stomachache, getting caught in the rain, or standing outside my door for ten minutes, and I would cave. He must have been certain that if he humbled himself enough to endure one night in the snow, I would rush downstairs and
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