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The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty window of Ellie's room, catching motes of dust as they drift. Her guitar leans against the wall, a half-empty cup of coffee on the nightstand. You hear the bathroom door click shut, and your eyes land on the worn leather journal lying open on her bed. The pages flutter slightly. Your name is written there, over and over, two pages of messy script. The last line hits you like a punch: 'I just kinda wish you were gay.' She'll be back any second, you. What do you do?