第13部分(第4/7 頁)

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two　bottles　of　wine　and　looking　through　his　mom？s　slide　show　of　her　life　with　her　count。　Dan　had

decided　to　skip　that　one；　thanks　very　much。　Six　hours　later　he　was　still　wide　awake；　his　laptop

open　across　his　knees；　the　screen　blank。　It　was　weird　that　Vanessa　hadn？t　e　home　yet；　and　he

was　starting　to　get　a　little　worried？not　that　he　was　waiting　up　for　her　or　anything。

Uh…huh。　Sure　he　wasn？t。

He　had　tried　to　go　to　bed　just　after　midnight；　but　he　just　couldn？t　seem　to　fall　asleep。　After　a

couple　hours　of　staring　at　the　ceiling；　he？d　decided　sleep　was　out　of　the　question　and　that　the

couch　was　a　better　bet。　Too　many　unanswered　questions　were　floating　around　in　his　head；　and　they

were　starting　to　make　him　dizzy。

Dan　was　glad　he？d　figured　stuff　out　with　Greg；　but　after　realizing　thatVanessa　was　the　inspiration

for　his　poem；　he　was　more　confused　than　ever。　If　he　was　gay；　then　why　was　he　writing　a　love

poem　inspired　by　a　girl？　Maybe　when　Vanessa　came　home；　he？d　nonchalantly　ask　her　what　she

thought　about　this　whole　gay　thing　as　she　was　getting　ready　for　bed；　and　then　he　could　let　it　slip

that　he　wasn？t　too　sure　of　it。Then　he？d　hug　her　and　they？d　sit　down　and　reallytalk　？just　the　way

they　used　to。　If　she　evercame　home；　that　is　。　。　。　His　chest　ached　thinking　of　the　possibility　that

Vanessa　had　met　someone　else　and　was　at　this　very　moment　in　some　hipster？s　smoky；　messy

apartment；　doing　bong　hits　and　peeling　off　her　clothes　in　front　of　some　indie　band　asshole　with　too

much　wax　in　his　hair　and　not　enough　rocks　tumbling　around　in　his　head。

Just　then　Dan　heard　the　scraping　sound　of　a　key　in　the　lock　and　the　creaking　noise　the　front　door

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