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scaring-looking kids
Chirs grabs my arm
I It was for kids.
“but I have to gome
He can’t help it: every evening he’s with Chris part of him keeps hoping against hope that somehow, they’ll end up in bed together.
He allows its heavy beat to inhabit him, as if his heartbeat is no more than another kind of drumming.
He must be thrilled, terrified, thrilled
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