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John GreenI love you present tense,โ I whispered, and then put my hand on the middle of his chest and said, โItโs okay, Gus. Itโs okay. It is. Itโs okay, you hear me?โ I hadโand haveโabsolutely no confidence that he could hear me. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. โOkay,โ I said. โOkay.
John GreenGus: "It tastes like..." Me: "Food." Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately...?" Me: "It does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several luminous balls of fermented, bubbly plasma while actual and literal flower petals floated down around your canal-side dinner table." Gus: "Nicely phrased." Gus's father: "Our children are weird." My dad: "Nicely phrased."
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