"Fuck, Ter," he says. You watch him rip the cords from the auditorium floor. His nails are stained black with gunk from the tape, and you have a sudden urge to grab his fingers and suck on them: he would yell at you, and fall backward, and it would be just like before, and maybe you could pretend for five or ten seconds. "You were my first fucking ( Read more... )

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