from Chapter 8
I liked to imagine that someday when I was older and not such a dork, he and I would meet again. Like we'd both be living in San Francisco or someplace, and I'd be able to speak to people like a normal person and also have my own business, and we'd run into each other getting coffee, and we'd recognize each other, and we'd laugh about what things were like for us in high school. Our relationship would progress from there. Or something like that. It was always a little different every time I imagined it.
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