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Coffee turned into conversation. Conversation turned into dinner. And somehow, Ryan turned into someone I didn’t flinch around.
“I’ve been sober four years,” he told me one night over pizza and sweet lime soda.
He told me about therapy and about volunteering with high schoolers who reminded him of who he used to be.
I was cautious, not melting at his charm.
But he was consistent and gentle. And funny in his new, self-deprecating way.
The first time he met Jess, she folded her arms and didn’t smile.
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