chapter 24

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dan had a pretty face, for sure. but his mind? his thoughts? far less pretty, but beautiful all the same.

phil became accustomed to receiving texts at 3 a.m. on saturday nights, photos and little bits of poetry and existentialism, tiny things that reminded phil why he really liked dan. and in exchange, phil made dan laugh, responded to all his texts, and engaged in nerdy game banter.

and when phil could only take so much of the fake smiling, when he could only hold so much in after yet another day of being ignored by his father, he would make that phone call knowing that he didn't have to hold back with dan.

under the covers at night, glowing faintly from the phone light, pretty faces could only reveal so much to the world.

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