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"I would have loved to go to school with him. I think of it a lot. More than I should. Us enduring a school day, then walking back to his place with the changing seasons. We'd do teenage things I missed out on because I hated high school and just about everyone who attended. We'd hang out in his room, listen to really good music, laying on our stomachs in his bed, with no sexual tension -- maybe a little. We'd read books or magazines, watch underground anime that made us laugh and cry and wish we were samurai. We could talk about nature and natural wonders, and then go try and find our own. He'd be so much fun to explore with. He's one of those people. I'd want to take him with me everywhere, do everything. I'd recommend movies to him and even share my books. I would spoonfeed him every thought in my convoluted head without fear of judgment. We would be fun and funny. We would be crude and classy. We would dress up and go out, walk arm in arm, chins in the clouds. We could really be something."