And she was good to me: strong, fun, and fiercely loyal. And if I didn’t have many other friends because of her-most girls were intimidated by her looks, or thought she was too pushy, or just flat-out feared for their boyfriends-it never bothered me. I never missed having a wide, thick circle of girlfriends: Rina was more than enough. We were comfortable with each other’s flaws and weaknesses, so we stuck together and kept to ourselves.

He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me.

Oh, God,” I said.
“No, it’s Dexter,” he replied, offering me his hand, which I ignored.
He glanced behind him, then back at me. “I’ll see you soon,” he said, and grinned at
me.
“Like hell,” I replied,

For most of us, once something was busted, it was game over. I would have loved to know how it felt, just once, to have something fall apart and see options instead of endings.

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