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I nodded, trying to breathe and pretending I wasn’t about to cry. That August, before the start of high school, I walked into my brother’s room and asked him, with the most serious face I could muster, if he could teach me how to punch somebody. Mostly, I was relieved Fred was gone, and I could stop jumping every time I heard a locker slam. It got even better when I met John during soccer practice.He was quirky; he wore the same pair of purple sweatpants to school every day, and he joked about how much he masturbated.“One time I did it 10 times in one day,” he said at practice, both of us standing at the end of the field waiting for the coach’s call.“How does that even work?The first time someone called me a “faggot” I didn’t hear it at all.That’s because my head was being slammed against a locker, the syllables crashing together like cymbals in my ear.
” asked the assistant coach, a tall, heavy-set man who was also the head of the upper school we would both be joining next year. I heard his dad was seen screaming in the office about what a screw-up his son was, a detail I relished with a grim smile.A few years ago, I spoke to a group of high-schoolers about the Jewish idea of love. By focusing on the good, you can love almost anyone. " "We're choosing to love him," her mother explained, "because love is a choice." There's no better wisdom Susan's mother could have imparted to her before marriage.In order to keep the woman of his dreams from falling for another guy, Charlie Logan has to break the curse that has made him wildly popular with single women: Sleep with Charlie once, and the next man you meet will be your true love.Dustin, an amiable guy, is in love with Alexis, a coworker.