I was only sixteen. That’s all I think anyone should ever know about it and that’s all you’ll ever get out of me because, Christ, I was only sixteen.
Wasn’t my fault, never could’ve been my fault because I was sober and he was drunk and wouldn’t give me the keys. But I’ve already told you too much, so fuck off.
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When I got back to school
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Truer words were never spoken, or in this case, written.
The fic was bittersweet, but I liked it. Bummer about losing interest in the fandom though. I know how that goes.
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