During A Night Time Of Casual Intercourse, Pressing Messages Move Unanswered

Advertisement Continue reading the main storyThe last time I was home, a month earlier, I had visited him with my youngest sister, Natalie.
Advertisement Continue reading the main storyAbout two years later, Brad walked past me on Ninth Avenue.
Over the following months, Brad sent me text messages and a voice mail message that went unanswered.
Advertisement Continue reading the main storyI gestured for Brad to sit down.
Is this how my father felt in that sad apartment?

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