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When Justin thinks of Brian, everything else fades away. He pictures the curve of Brian’s hip, the splay of Brian’s fingers. All else is white noise, static and smoke.
“… Mr. Taylor?” Justin blinks, squirms under the amused scrutiny of his classmates. The teacher sighs dramatically. “Perhaps you’ll have better luck with your equations during your detention this evening, Mr. Taylor.” Justin glances at his textbook, sees only Brian’s knowing smile in the squiggles. The ticking of the wall clock reverberates in the sun-drenched room. He fades out again when Mr. Carlisle talks of algorithms. Pictures Brian at Woody’s, waiting. |
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