My jaw locks, my lips pinching. It’s not fanfiction. But some of it may be chaste romances involving Slenderman Guy. Where he is called Slenderman Guy. Because, yes, throw dorky, awkward, and sheltered teenager all together, and you get a seventeen-year-old who copes with a crush through writing out scenarios where anything went differently that night. I got his name, and we met again in college later. I got his address, and we wrote letters to one another. I was a little less young, but he still gave me his coat, and the only difference is that when I practically fell into him, he kissed me.
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