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like being with you. I don't see the issue."
    "The issue?" My voice rises. "The issue is that you're a pig. And I didn't even realize it until right now. Get. Out."
    He stands, frowning. "Fine. I'm going. But listen, if this is going to be awkward between us..."
    The humiliation of it wraps around my limbs and throbs in my heart until I can't stand it. I can't show up at work tomorrow knowing…knowing…"Don't worry about it. I quit."
    "You don't have to do that."
    "Please, Kyle, just get out."
    After he's gone, I throw my stupid Kerouac book and it hits the wall with a thud. I'm itching to throw something else. I settle for punching the door. It hurts. It really fucking hurts. I lean up against the door, cradling my hand and slide down until my ass hits the floor. I just lost everything I've worked so hard to accomplish the past three years. I rest my head against my knees. I need that Fellowship more now than anything in the world.  
    I sit against the door for what feels like hours and finally pull myself up. My cell phone is under the table. I pick it up and read the text Kyle just sent me. I think you're making a mistake.
    I close my eyes and pretend none of this happened but my phone vibrates. Convenient. A text from Vince. Sorry about today. Let's talk.
    I don't want to talk to him. And I'd rather deal with the humiliation with Kyle than go back to Iowa. But I don't have a choice now. I need that prize money.  
    No. We can go to Iowa. My schedule just opened up.
    My phone vibrates again except this time it's not a text. Vince is actually calling me. I debate on sending it straight to voicemail, but I want to talk to someone. I want to hear someone else's voice. Vince's will have to do.  
    "Yeah?"
    "What's going on? Why the change of heart?"
    I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. I'm especially not going to cry with Vince on the phone. "Let's just say something bad happened. Now I don't need to worry about taking any time off. Fuck it. Let's go back."
    How did I sound? Can he tell something's wrong?
    He's quiet for a minute. "It was that asshole, wasn't it?"
    I answer him with silence.  
    "I'm trying really hard to feel bad for you, right now, but I warned you about him. He's the type girls dream of being with until he fucks you over. You're a big girl. You knew what you were doing when you started sleeping with him."  
    My breath catches in my throat. Who the hell does he think he is? We aren't friends. We don't even like each other. "Go to hell." I'm dangerously close to hanging up.
    "Don't hang up."  
    "What do you want? I don't need to be scolded and I definitely don't need a lecture. From you of all people! So, unless you have something important to say…"
    He's quiet for a second and I think maybe he's hung up, but he clears his throat and his words come out clipped. "Fine. When do you want to leave?"
    "The sooner the better." I just want it over with.
      "You can pick me up at my place on Friday and we'll leave from there. I'll text you the address." Then the phone goes dead. No goodnight, no other snarky remarks. Just silence.  
    It's the loudest silence I've ever heard.

    I try to distract myself with another chapter of Kerouac, but it's not working, so I dial my grandmother's number. She's always up late. Her voice fills me with enough love to burst.  
    "Hello?"
    "Grandma?"
    "Kara! How are you, sweetheart? How's the weather?"
    "It's hot, Grandma. Hey, I wanted to ask you something."  
    "Anything, dear."
    "You know how I always told Grandpa that I'd write about him one day?"
    "Of course I do."
    "Well, I'm finally going to do it. I'm working on a project for my multi-media class and I've chosen Grandpa and World War II as my topic."
    "That's fantastic! Your grandfather would be so proud."
      Proud? No. He would be disappointed it took me this long to do something I've always wanted to do. And at the insistence of some silly boy, too. I take a deep breath. "I'm coming back home to do some research. I