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No thanks.

“See you at the launch tomorrow afternoon,” he says. “Oh, and don’t wait too long if you want that girl.”

I doubt she’d want me, even if I could fix this.

CHAPTER THIRTY

PAYTON

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“Where do you want this box?” Molly asks.

“Over with the rest.” I point to the wall. “Just pile them up.”

“Will you please consider moving in with me? I have a spare room.”

I shake my head and keep wrapping the glasses in bubble wrap. Why do I have so many? I have one mouth and it’s not like I have thirty-five guests in my house at any point in time.

Humans are weird.

“Plus, you look like shit. Have you been sleeping?” Molly asks.

No. Only for a few hours, and then when I wake up, I just feel like shit. This morning I ended up dry heaving. Who cares that much about a guy that they physically make themself sick?

I feel like a complete loser.

And if I hadn’t already, then I sure did when I visited my parents' last weekend and told them I’d lost my job.

“What happened?” Mom asked as my father watched me across the dinner table.

I could have lied.

I could have told them some story that might have evoked some pity.

But they didn’t raise me to be a liar.