Again, But Better

hey
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Leo Primaveri
3/6/11
to Shane
Heard you fucked up. Are you coming home? My mom won’t go into
detail.
I blow out a breath, staring at the email in the dank school
library. Why did Leo send this? I remember getting it the first
time I was here—I just dismissed it. But when I got back, Leo

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had dropped out of school. I gnaw at my lip for a few minutes
before typing out a response.
I’ll be home at the end of April. I lied and said I was
here for a premed program, but I’m doing a writing
internship. What’s up with you?
Send.
Ten minutes later:
Oh shit, that’s insane. Makes sense, though. You’re
always reading. I always thought you’d be an author or
something. Your blog’s been extra good lately. What’d he
do to you when he found out?
Has Leo always … read my blog? We’ve never talked
about it before.
He had a fit. Stormed off. Told me to never call him for
anything ever again. You read my blog? What’s up with
you?
Send.
A minute later:
Could have been worse, I guess. Why wouldn’t I read
your blog? Meet me on Facebook Chat?
I pull up Facebook and log in.
Leo
I’m going through some 
shit … It’s fucking me up, and 
I don’t know what to do or who 
to talk to about it.
Shane
Do you want to Skype?
Leo
No, typing is easier.

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Shane
What’s up?
Leo
I broke up with someone a couple 
weeks ago.
Shane
You had a girlfriend? I thought 
you just did hookups? For 
how long? Why wasn’t it on 
Facebook?