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Chapter 17-2
Well, now he was a fantasy-n***********g, bondage-porn-watching bi kid who was about to have more kisses than good grades. And he may have still been poor, but lonely? With Auden staring down at him with green-brown eyes full of cruelty and lust? St. Sebastian didn’t think he could ever feel lonely again. Not while he could remember what Auden looked like, looking at him like that. Auden got to his feet with the unconscious grace that St. Sebastian hated and loved, a grace like Auden alone existed in one of those sad-piano-soundtrack movies with gardens and waistcoats and things, like Auden alone inhabited a world of beauty where even the most mundane movements and activities must be beauty, they must. Beauty was a law there just like gravity, just like conservation of momentum, like
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