michael takes me home "after hours." there's something to being driven, getting in the front seat, how he opens the door for me. he puts on lovage. i keep discovering things about him, like how he went to china in 2006 (not sure why) and how his mother refused to give his father her phone number on the dance floor of a club on 52nd street, one that
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