“Don’t, you don’t have to-I know it’s crazy, Joan says I’ve really lost it, but-” “Because I don’t care, virginity, different, arty, weird parties with bad cake, that igloo. “Let’s stay together, I want to be with you. I felt furious, or furiously something, pacing with you and waiting to fall into your moving arms. “And they’ll say things, right? I know they will, of course they will. “Lottie Carson.” I stepped close to you, but you held your hands out, you weren’t done. Whatever you want to do, for the eighty-ninth birthday, even though I can’t remember the name.” Ha! But I want to do it, Min.Īny party you want, anything, not go to bonfires. “Because Min, I know, OK? I’m stupid I know, about faggy movies, sorry, fuck, I’m stupid about that too. “She’s so, everybody’s so stupid, you know? Christian too, Todd, whoever says stupid things, you’re from different worlds, like you dropped here in a spaceship.”
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