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    14 Nov 2016

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  2. Public Bookmark 22

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    I hate you, I love you, I hate that I want you.

    Simon never kissed him. That was the first warning sign, no matter how many times they did this, hurried trysts in darkened corridors, lazy languid mornings with purposeful hands and exploring tongues. They still never kissed.

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    12 Nov 2016

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  3. Public Bookmark 34

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    The facts were these:

    Simon Lewis, aged nineteen, devoted indie-rock fan and comic book-lover, sunlight aficionado and devoted lazing-around-till-mid-morning practitioner, was a selfish fool who had a hard time grasping the severity of his actions.

    Raphael Santiago, frozen at seventeen, a firm believer in discipline and self-sufficiency, ascetic and guarded on the outside, was a foolish narcissist unwilling to admit to reciprocal blame.

    Oh, this can only end well.

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    11 Nov 2016

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  4. Public Bookmark 49

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    Simon likes this Raphael.

    It is 1952.

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    09 Nov 2016

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  5. Public Bookmark 32

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    What hurts the most, the thing that makes him really ache, is how familiar he is with Simon. He knows the way that Simon smells; sickly, because every fledgling smells sickly, but with Simon it’s all different. Simon smells like – life, like something sick coming back to life. Like hope crawling out of its grave.

     

    He knows the way that Simon sounds; the unnecessary breaths, the way that his voice mumbles when he talks because he still hasn’t gotten used to his fangs, the wrong thing in his mouth, and the way that he taps his fingers, the exact sound that he makes when he wakes up in the morning. A yawn like a wolf’s howl.

     

    But worst of all, he knows the way that Simon feels.

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    28 Oct 2016

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