Backup Plan
We’re on Silver Lake today, much smaller than Lake Michigan, and the breeze coming in over the water is hot and sticky.
“Or go out with her,” Mason counters. “Wine and dine her, fuck her good, and then ghost her.”
“You’re despicable,” Jacob quips, leaning over the boat railing and looking down into the water. He won’t say the real reason he’s on the fence about going out with this girl is because he’s still bitter over his last relationship ending with his girlfriend cheating on him after two-and-a-half years together. Only Mason and I know he’d gone out looking at engagement rings the week before things blew up in his face.
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