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Red:what are you doing today

Joel:Skating. Natalia's making dinner. You?

Red:flew home. seeing dad

Joel:How is he?

Red:the same. worse. i dont know

Red:he called me bob today. thats his name

Joel:I'm sorry.

Red:yeah

Red:merry christmas

Joel:Merry Christmas.

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December 27, 9:14 PM

Red:im in denver for the game

Red:can we meet after?

Joel:Can't.

Red:why

Joel:Competition prep.

Red:thats not for three weeks

Joel:Red.

Red:fine. forget i asked

Joel:It's not that I don't want to.

Red:sure

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December 28, 2:18 AM

Joel:I do want to. That's the problem.

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DECEMBER

Six months of this, and I still hadn't learned a damn thing.

Joel would show up in my phone like a brush fire. A week of texts that made me hard just seeing his name, messages I read in the locker room bathroom with my back against the stall door. Then nothing. Three weeks of checking my phone like some kind of twitch I couldn't shake, telling myself I wouldn't look, looking anyway.

The worst part was that I'd stopped being surprised. I just kept waiting.