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Sometimes you just want to make out. And damnit, with boys around I should be able to. Why do I have a problem saying "I want you."? I just don't know how.

It's always easy in my dreams. I wake from my nap with the remembrance of a kiss on my lips. In a courtyard I'm standing, and I don't care who sees when I kiss him. The boy is a combination of a few who live upstairs here. He tastes so good.

Its been way too long.