Because he had a sparse moustache growing across his upper lip, a thin precursor to manhood, an almost man— because he smelled like cigarettes, I loved Chris Muller that year. I loved Chris Muller the day he asked me into the locker room, beyond the urinals and benches, through the narrow hallway of sweat and […]
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