next month, it will be a year since i met adam
and i've been thinking, what was running through my mind that day? what on earth could have possessed me to comply when nola urged me, "go on, go talk to that boy"?
i remember thinking, what the hell, he looks chill, and i'll never have to see him again
so i marched up to him, and doug, and jeremiah, and
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