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We throw parties for each other so something special can occur, randomly, without plan. The boy I finally found, the boy I asked at that last party, seemed unsure if he wanted to go to the bathroom with me or not. Everywhere around us were people our age sitting on furniture, or sculptures.

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In this apartment, with its wrap around roof, its unplugged televisions mounted on titanium, creamy walls, its French molding, in this apartment, everything could have been art. The boy and I, when our turn was up, felt very large in the bathroom. Or at least I did. He sat on Female injection stories toilet, and I leaned on the sink, until I asked him to switch.

I held my beer cup all the way to the bathroom, and I finally got to put it on the floor.

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