Shul A. T. M

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Snow is standing in front of his wardrobe now, trying to find a clean shirt. He stretches one arm over his head, and I watch the muscles shifting in his shoulders. All I do is lose. I sit up and throw my covers off. Snow startles and grabs a shirt. “Forget that I’m here?” I ask. I stride over to my wardrobe and lay my trousers and shirt over my arm. I don’t know why Snow lingers over his clothes like he has big decisions to make. He wears his uniform every day, even on the weekend. When I close my wardrobe door, he’s staring at me. He looks unsettled. I’m not sure what I’ve done to unsettle ...more
Carry On: The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow
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