how we started the week as two separate people then came back at the end of it fused as one. He lay with me, breathed loudly into my ear til my breathing slowed to match his, and then he stayed. Stayed til Monday morning when we went back to school where we lied about our week. Told all our friends we snuck to Cannes to get away from our parents. He went along with it — whatever the fuck I needed, even before that was a thing, it was always our thing. I thought it always would be.
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