Christine

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It was the singular time of the week he could access quiet, so he looked forward to these evenings when everyone else went to the dances and he walked around the lake alone. In his dorm room, no word could be spoken without inhaling the thick air of so many young boys’ bodies cramped together; no feeling, even loneliness, could be experienced in solitude.
A Map for the Missing
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