ONE TIME IN NOVEMBER.

DOWNTOWN CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, 2016. “You’re up?” Clayton’s DM read on my Instagram profile. But I was only just waking up. His message was sent minutes past 1.am, while I was fast asleep. I smiled, glad he texted because I had made up my mind not to pursue our friendship any longer. Not for anything, he did...

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