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street-walking cheetah with a capital G, now get your hands up, now get your hands up
Exert from How to Catch on Fire, Zach's POV
( Sometimes when we’re eating breakfast together on top of different counters, I put down my Lucky Charms or Cocoa Puffs or Rice Crispies and let them sit abandoned snap, crackle, popping on the linoleum-wood like my pent up frustrations and stare at him wordlessly until he stares back unwittingly, kind of confused and surprised. And then I say, “You’re gay,” and pick up my bowl and dig right back in without looking at him again. )