It had been some time. Fred...Oliva...the widest distance grew wider still. "Call out to me, vacuum." Silence once more.
Time is cruel, as are the minds of teenagers. Lessons are for the dying. Fred knows that. He knows how to win. He's seen danger, known its bittersweet afterglow. He's been there. With you. With her. With Oliva...who remains motionless on the floor.
Oliva. Sweet sweat, Oliva.
Floor. Sweet sweat, floor.
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