He had nodded, because he was twenty-four and stupid and thought he had forever to break that rule.
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For two years, they were club sweethearts in the truest sense. Thursday nights: she’d text him the meet-up spot. Friday mornings: they’d walk out of some after-hours loft as the subway rats scurried for cover. She smelled like cloves, sweat, and whatever perfume sample she’d stolen from a Sephora that morning. She never let him pay for her drinks. She never let him walk her all the way home. He had nodded, because he was twenty-four and