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When I’m on the curb at fifteen past five, I realize it’ll be a while before my pa arrives to scoopdown the street toward Biggie’s, letting the evening sunlight wash over my head Halfway down the first block, I pop offdown my sides, and roll up my sleeves past my elbows The bowtie is pretty much permanently fixed to et to Biggie’s

Then I realize I never turned my phone back on I stop on the corner of Main Street and 2nd to pull it out of my pocket, then click it on At once, I’ what I’when ain, then finally sending a bunch of pics of hi ranch: three selfies with so to be dead, and finally one with his brother where they appear to be chilling on his back patio with a plate of nachos

I stare at one of his selfies, watching hih the screen of , the evening sun beating down on my neck

And I wonder what the hell is going on in that boy’s mind

Did he seriously kiss me? Did that actually happen?

Did he enjoy it? Did his dick jump at all, or was it all just some selfless, friendly act like he claims?

Why do I find that so difficult to believe?

And seriously, how the fuck can Ji at all is different between us?

The whole world is different now Maybe it means less to him, to put his lips on me and kiss me

He doesn’t realize at all the stor, and painful desperation he’s opened with that see, warainstoverme

I couldn’t go to sleep for the longest time I just stayed there with this semi-boner in my underwear—a boner that both wanted to be pleasured as much as it wanted to pee, because for the love of God I had to pee so damned bad, but I wasn’t about to destroy the Heaven we made on that bed just to relieve myself

I could have just closedwas my boyfriend I would have believed it Not a muscle in my body would have told me otherwise—not with that boy’s arms around me

He more or less said he’d be mine

For the night, at least