![]() ![]() And he was never competitive or jealous, which was more than I could say for other folks, including my little brother. He worked hard and he loved harder, and he was loyal as the day was long. Oh, he could crack wise, and he could play pranks, but there wasn’t a mean bone in his body. Yes, even when I wanted to impale him with a plastic straw. I couldn’t keep doing this to myself week after week, not only because I’d soon weigh more than Bernadette-who rang in at a cool 450, but don’t tell the other girls-but because it was taking a toll on the most precious thing in my life: my friendship with Dunn.įor those unaware, Dunn Johnson was pure goodness. ![]() I sat up straighter, trying and failing to find something handsome about him, but in the end, he seemed to spot someone in the corner of the bar behind me, because he hurried off in that direction. The door opened and a guy with thinning, sandy hair and a phone pressed to his ear walked in. The other part of the equation was something more complicated, and I couldn’t puzzle it out no matter how much cake I consumed or how many nights I lay awake in my bed, pounding my pillow and thinking about it. I kept caving, partly because I knew Dunn loved me and he wanted what was best for me-though frankly, my mom had used that rationale for years to try to make me eat collard greens and it hadn’t worked. ![]() But I hadn’t stuck to it, and that was the problem. Important Reasons for Having Mirrors in Elevators ![]()
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