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Chapter 3
Fairpark Mall because neither of us is ready to bring the other home just yet. It’s been three weeks since we met, an eternity online, but I’m still cautious. I know what he says he looks like, know who he claims to be, but nowadays you never can tell. getup; a brave few laugh. f**k them. brokenboy, but in one e-mail, I confessed that my parents named me Brandon and he hasn’t called me anything else since. How stupid would it sound, asking him to call me by my login name when we’re standing face to face? I shift my weight from one foot to the other and hope there won’t be much talk between us once he finally shows up. We can talk online, through or comments. I’m under the impression here that we’re getting together for so much more. cruising the lot, checking me out? I run a self-c
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