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"Sometimes, when I get really high, I kind of think I'm psychic."
"When Nate Jacobs was eleven years old, he found his dad's porn collection. His dad Cal, was obsessive. His mom always said that's who he got it from. Then he quickly realized that the colored cases and placement were no accident."
"It was an elaborate code, one to ensure that no one fucked with his shit."
"Every video was basically the same. They'd drink, make small talk, and then his dad would fuck the shit out of some whore."
"By twelve, he had adopted a rigid diet and workout schedule. Within a year, his body fat dropped from 23% to 6%."
"He joined the football team as a freshman and quickly excelled. By the year's end, he was not only the starting quarterback, but also the team captain. He loved the crowds, the pats on the back, the cheers, the feeling of winning, the feeling of having Love and Maddy on the sidelines waiting for him, but he hated being in the locker room. He hated how casual his teammates were about being naked how they'd talk to him with their dicks hanging out."
"He made a concerted effort to always maintain eye contact during these exchanges. Every now and then he'd forget, and accidentally catch a glimpse of someone's penis."
"His older brother Aaron was a fuck-up. He could tell his dad didn't like Aaron, didn't think he had guts or brains or half a fucking clue and Nate agreed."
"He didn't talk to his dad that much, but they didn't need to. They had a good relationship. He didn't like his mother either. She was weak and a pushover. Plus, she didn't take care of herself."
"He made a long mental checklist of the things he liked and disliked about women. He liked tennis skirts and jean cut-offs, but not the kind so short you could see the pockets. He liked ballet flats and heels. He hates sneakers and dress shoes. But was fine with sandals as long as they were worn with a fresh pedicure, which he usually pays for Loves pedicure once a week and tells her what color he would like her to have their friendship is creepy."
"He liked thigh gaps, hated cankles. He liked tan lines, long necks, slender shoulders. He liked good posture and fruit-scented body mist. He liked full lips and small noses. He liked chokers, but the lacy ones with flower cutouts or delicate patterns. He hated girls who sat like boys, talked like boys, acted like boys. But there was nothing on planet earth he hated more than body hair. That's one of the things he loved about Love and on of the first things he noticed about Maddy. They were basically hairless. He walks Maddy and Love home every day. It made him feel good to know he was there to protect them. He knew the world was full of men who wanted to hurt them."
"Men who would hang out the windows of their cars and scream obscenities at them. College guys who wouldn't think twice about drugging them. Lonely guys who'd spot them at the mall. Men who would rape her, torture her, sell her into sexual slavery. He didn't even like to think about it. He did, however, like to think about the things he'd do to protect them."
