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he
is the coolest guy in school. he
calls me at school. |
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| we
are alone on his couch. it is typically grey. an afternoon not in class. we watch a tape of letterman. |
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i
am nervous. i laugh too hard at dave. i start to suck my thumb. it's where i get my confidence. |
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the
cool boy storms out. i wait dramatically and follow. "why do you mock me?" whimpers the cool boy. "what do you mean?" i'm suddenly in charge. "but how did you know?" the cool boy insists, "that i suck my thumb?" "i didn't," i say. |
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