The snare cracks. She glances across the room at me, without meaning to. Instinctively.
Crack.
She turns her head the other way this time. What I had taken for a sign was wrong. Or was it?
A breeze shuffles my papers. Could she have turned her head as a subconscious sign? I am bored with this game already. [...]
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We made out. Jessica and I. The first girlfriend I made out with. We made out like champs. One might have considered this was for some sort of a prize. That our lives were at stake. Neither of these explanations would have been correct. (And you sit there saying “No shit.”)
I didn’t even like [...]
