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The corners of my eyes prickled. “I want to tell you something,� I said, my voice shaking some. “But you have to swear not to tell anyone.� Wit was quiet. My heart hammered. “Okay?� “Okay.� He nodded and held out his pinkie. “I swear.�
“For the record, Shithead,� I said, “I wouldn’t have been on your arm.� I swallowed and gripped my phone as tightly as possible. “You would’ve been on mine.�
“Dammit, Wit!� Michael’s best man shouted. “It’s not even seven!� Pause. “But, like, good for you, man.�
I laughed. “I love climbing trees.� “Yes,� he said, the corners of his mouth curling. “Just like you love climbing me.�
