17/03/2026 17:30

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I was standing too close to the fighting to sightsee. A kind of rape, I said. I wanted him as close physically as I'd had him metaphysically. For a junior in high school, it was spectacular.

I was reduced to clinging to Nathaniel's hand and shoulder, turning in those useless circles that have nothing to do with the song, and everything to do with fear, and the inability to dance. He held the bag open so I could drop the gloves in. I knew now that it had cost him dear. I took another step into the parking lot, and the shadows cleared, and I saw Louis Fane.