What a drama queen. He set the phone down. A frown on his face. Ari didn’t feel happy about that conversation. But there was nothing he could do about it now.

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And always.

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where to? —— the stars.

Yes.

Uh———— okay?

He’s feeling a little shy around @ofqvintana today. Last time he saw him, they kissed...

Pokes @ofqvintana. “Why is night called night and day called day?”

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Is it bad —. That he waits for it? Each day. For Dante to throw pebbles — like something out of a Shakespeare play. Opening his window. Peering down at the boy standing below. Dante. Sunlight dancing on his skin. Glowing. “Yes?”

Why does he have flowers? Silly, Dante — oh so silly. Nodding his head however. “Come on up. My parents won’t mind.” They’re used to it by now.

He’s waiting. Sitting on his bed — can hear talking. Dante is always so talkative. His parents, especially his mother, adored him. Ari could tell- he wondered, if she wished that Ari was like Dante. Polite and happy and friendly. “Finally,” he commented when Dante appeared.

Nose scrunch. “Gross, Dante! I didn’t need to know that.” Yet he can’t even ( hide ) the amused smile on his face. “I guess your parents can’t be mad for you not wanting to wear them this time then.”

Really? He done it on purpose? Typical! And the flowers??? Flowers are a ( girl ) thing, right? Accepts them nonetheless. “Did you pick these?”