SEPTEMBER The next few weeks run by and I find myself running with it. Literally. At first, Luke’s constant jabs about my body seemed harmless. Annoying, but harmless. Then, one day, he called me a weak-ass bitch. I don’t know if it was the shock on my face that amused him, but he laughed and said he didn’t mean it. Later, he bought me running gear when I told him I didn’t have any, like that made it better. Now, as I walk to one of Luke’s hockey games, I realize I’ve gotten used to him. Used to the big mouth, the offhand slurs, the smirks that no longer get under my skin. I get there and the arena is freezing. The kind of chill that bleeds under your skin and settles in your bones. I should have brought a jacket and something for my nose. Luke had warned me about the cold but he never mentioned the smell. The sharp bite of wet concrete combined with the musty sour odor of sweat. Then there’s the greasy stench of the arena food—overcooked fries. Somewhere in the crowd, someone s
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