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214 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 16, 2014

"What's a zit?"
"A zit's an annoying little thing that pops up out of nowhere right when you really don't want it to. Like you."
"So I'm a zit?"
"Yes. You're a zit. A big pimply one. The kind that hurts. The kind that when you squeeze it hard enough a big glob of cream cheese flies out."
"Jack says you're a butthole."
"Jack's a hemorrhoid."
"Is that like a zit?"
"Yes. Only browner. And when you squeeze it you don't get cream cheese, you get fudge."
"I'm confused."






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"Are you and Uncle Jason boyfriends?"
"Not yet, but we'll tell you when we are."
"Don't forget."
"You'll be the first to know. I promise."
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"I like being around you. I dig the hell out of having sex with you. I get a funny feeling inside when I think of you."
"You get a funny feeling when you think of me?"
"Yes," he said. "And I don't think it's a tapeworm. What do you feel when you think of me?"
"I'm not sure. I never seem to be not thinking of you."
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"Never," I said. "I’ll never stop loving you. No matter what happens."
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‘An all-around decent package of manhood, if I say so myself. So yes, in case you're wondering, I was happy being me.’
‘..., she stood in front of the sofa looking up like the Queen Mother waiting for the carriage door to be opened until I scooped her off the floor and redeposited her among the cushions.’
“There's a scary movie on TV tonight, Uncle Jason. If you're good, I'll let you watch it.”
“Screw you, kid. I'll let you watch it.”
Timmy clapped his hands and almost dropped a plate. “Yay, we're watching a scary movie!”
‘He smiled a gentle, sexy smile, his eyes at half-mast. “You're cute when you're horny.”
“Then I'm perpetually cute.”
“I look like a sissy. People will think I like boys,” Timmy grumped and bitched and whined...’
"Who cut your hair?”
Timmy straightened his shoulders—a battered peacock putting every ruffled feather on proud display after a heart-stopping run-in with a passing automobile. “I did. Why? You want me to cut yours?”

THIS IS A BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY.



"What's up, Doc". the rabbit asked. But there was no humor on the face. The eyes were cold, the voice almost an accusation. Bugs stared from me to Sam, then back again.
"Keep the boy safe", he said.



“See?” he said, still dangling down my back like a feather boa. “Told ya. Ghost.”



"I lifted my head and tried to kiss the tears away, stop them in their tracks. “Never,” I said. “I’ll never stop loving you. No matter what happens."