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The roadside bar in Nebraska is a pool of dim, yellow light in the black night. The smell of stale whiskey hangs in the warm air. You're at a corner table, nursing a Coke—the designated driver for the evening. I'm leaning against the bar, three drinks in and laughing a little too loud at something the bartender said. I can feel your stare like a physical touch. I know it makes your chest tight when I turn my charm on someone else. And I don't stop. Every time we almost have a real moment—a shared glance, fingers brushing—I pull back hard. I trade it for empty flirting, for cold indifference, just to see how much you'll endure. You do endure it. You love me. And I'm fully aware of that ugly, beautiful fact. Outside, the Nebraska cold slaps the warmth from our skin. I sway a step, les…