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ck out to talk to you。? Dan remembered himself and stood up; slinging his
messenger bag over one shoulder。 He grabbed Greg?s arm before he walked away。
?Hey;? he said; moving closer。 ?Thanks 。 。 。 for everything。? Greg smiled。 He wrapped his arms
around Dan?s back and squeezed tight; clapping him on the shoulders before they both pulled
back。
As Dan watched him walk away; he couldn?t help feeling a little sad。 Not about Greg; but about
love in general。 He wanted what Greg had described: someone to sit around and drink coffee with
in the morning。 Someone he could do all those dopey; ridiculously romantic New York things with
before he left for Evergreen?like watch every Woody Allen movie filmed in Manhattan; or take a
carriage ride through Central Park under a full moon。 Someone to wake up with every morning;
the light covering their bare skin like a golden blanket 。 。 。
Pale fury。Why did you leave me?
He pulled out his notebook and scribbled furiously; unsure of what he was writing。
Eyes closed; our bones ache。
This isn?t chemistry or geography。
It?s physics。 Pure physics。
Dan still wasn?t sure what he was trying to say; but it was something to do with friction; and
friction caused heat; and when he thought about heat he couldn?t help but think about a certain
prickly…headed girl lying next to him in bed。 His hands began to sweat as he continued to write。
Not feeling so gay anymore; eh?
maybe a leopard can change her spots
?Watch where you?re going; man!?
A yellow cab swerved on the shimmering black asphalt; almost grazing Vanessa?s arm as she
crossed Broadway; squinting into the annihilating afternoon sunlight。
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