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thatoddkid wrote:Your big brown eyes, bright as fireworks, looked bashfully up into my own as you thanked me in a whisper.
thatoddkid wrote:Later that night, when you called from the crack in my hotel door, I tried to hide my copy of Great Expectations before you walked in. But no – with willowy fingers, you lightly pushed the door open, your sparkling eyes settling on the sight of a tall, slender, bespectacled boy, one hand wrestling with a stubborn drawer and the other holding a book the size of a boulder.
Maybe we were drunk, intoxicated with the magnificence of the unfamiliar city, the thrill of breaking the rules, and the freedom we found in each other%u2019s company.
But we were not allowed to be alone with another person. Even though we had ignored that rule earlier, you wouldn’t take the risk with a teacher only two doors down.
My mother saw me, and, despite my protests, she dragged me off to her waiting car.
We hugged like we would never see each other again.
After the next day, we wouldn’t.
I think you need to explain this point somehow. Like, what do you mean that he wishes he were another boy?I wish I was another boy, a boy that would’ve pulled you tight and pressed his lips against yours.
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