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The same song plays again,. And she makes a decision. Allows the boy to have his fantasy at least once for his sake and she hands Jesse another drink. Did you ever go looking for her, she asks? Yeah Once. I came back to the city.
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She takes his hand and places her own inside, like a proper slow dance on his chest, but his other hand creeps sweetly along her back, in a way that she has forgotten how it could feel, like a natural warm movement of red and white blood cells, parting in pangs and hormones asunder. Glow and blow. Jesse holds her. Do you know this song? You look like someone I already know or someone I should know. And his hair is a mess. His face unshaven. She says, what if, Im Wendy? Jesse wants to ask her.CONTENT
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She lets him talk and monologue from the bed laying down. Jesse begins swaying the ice clinking inside his drink inside his glass and he feels better.
She can see her knees, in a mirror from an open, cheap armoire at the end of the room, her least favorite body part on her whole body she thinks. She hides her boredom and she drinks her drink and Jesse speaks. Just like honey she thinks.
She fucking waits there for me and I am thirteen. Do you want to walk with me? You can have credit if you want when we talk about it to other people, she said and we were fucking thirteen. Who the fuck was this girl? Where did she come from? She was so intimate to me and so quickly, she felt like a time traveler or something or like my protector. My secret, beautiful protector and sometimes we ditched class together you know? And find a place.
She drinks too and she knows her velocity softly and slowly and never breaking the sound barrier.