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The thing about being friends with only girls was that they held him accountable for his actions. He got scolded and berated and pushed to be better. But he also got Band-Aids. Even kisses sometimes, if he played his cards right.
Hollis would have to stay though. His bones belonged to this soil.
Only the worst guys did that. Ones who lied about friendship so they could wait for a good time to pounce.
You’re just a house I’m haunting. You’re a house, Hollis.
There’s no such thing as demons and ghosts, there’s just me.
Like original sin, like the bite of an apple, like staring into first sunrise before you learn to look away, like touching the hem of an angel, like milk hot from skin, like licking honey from the fingertips of God.
Like being born to drink gasoline on a planet of people who needed water.
