Ryan hates crouching in the tall grass behind our houses. It makes him itch, even hours after we leave. It’s the safest place for us to be, though. Two in the afternoon: hottest time of day. A sweat bead forms on his philtrum. He licks it away with his tongue.
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Neighbor II
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Neighbor I
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Michael unbuckled his pants, asked me to kiss him. He handed me a single white tissue. To wipe off your lips when you’re done. I kneeled and opened my mouth like a black hole, but then a noise in the hallway startled us. We stood, staring, unused tissue between us.
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