The Better Boy Problem


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“I don’t get you,” said the boy behind the counter. “You’ve already got a great boyfriend.”

“But there’s always someone better.”

He looked at me.

“Is there? From where I’m standing, this new guy’s a loser.”

Pause.

“You’re the only one who thinks he isn’t.”

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