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I cried myself to sleep, but when I woke up, I was mad. I wasn't sure what I was mad about or who I was mad at, but that's how I felt. So I got up and went to my treadmill, hoping a few dozen angry miles would have me feeling better.

Christian was still in the hole. There was no point in pushing beyond that, so I focused my attention elsewhere as I pounded the pavement. I needed to talk to Brandon.

Going over the conversation we might have occupied my mind as the miles flew by. I could imagine what I would sound like going over and sitting on his couch, pulling up the picture I'd taken of Alex's note, since I'd destroyed the original, and letting Brandon read it, trying to explain myself. "It's not that I wanted to be with Alex. I just don't know what I might want in the future." It sounded dumb. I couldn't say that to him. I revised the conversation and kept running.