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I’ve been doing some thinking. When I get out, I think I’m gonna apply to UC Santa Cruz. Be a banana slug like you. I researched their majors. Did you know I could minor in the History ofConsciousness?
Figured you’d like that one. Maybe you can go back, and we could studytogether.
Actually, I don’t know what I’d study. Maybe math or biology. Or psychology. But I’ve got plenty of time to figure thatout.
Shoot me a line when you know where you are. Let’s meet up when I’mout.
Lovealways,
Degan
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Love always.
I lingered on that email, reading it over and over again. Degan sounded like he always did. Hungry. Enthusiastic. Fun.Normal.
Had I beaten myself up over ourargument?
I hit save on that email, archiving itforever.
An email popped up fromBrian.
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Dani,
After months,this is what Iget?
Bitch.
Fuck you.
Brian
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Well,now that’sadult.
I contemplated whether I wanted torespond.
Old Dani avoided confrontation and anything that was uncomfortable, looking only for the fluffy unicorns and pretty bunnies that danced with therainbows.
New Dani was in the house,though.
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Dear Brian:
There aresome things antibiotics cure. Pneumonia isone.
But they don’t cure douchebags likeyou.
Have a nice life,
Dani
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