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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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