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Thanks But No Thanks

I don’t turn around when I hear him behind me.

I know that sound. The careful shuffle of skates on rubber flooring. Slow. Hesitant. Like he’s trying not to make it worse but still can’t help himself.

“Cass,” George says softly.

Just one word. But it snaps something in me. My fingers grip the benc...