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1 " Anaheim. One story, possibly an attic, with those thick columns on either side of the front porch. We’re not in front, which is good. I don’t need any nosy neighbors seeing me here with him. We’re in the back where he’s got a huge five-car garage. I’m not kidding, five cars. That garage has to be twice the size of the house. “What’s with the massive garage?” I ask. “Cars,” he says. OK, asshole. Remind me again why I’m with him and not Sunday? I follow him up the back steps and he holds the door open for me, waving me forward. He grabs my "
― J.A. Huss , Eighteen: 18
2 " Hawaii for spring break. "
3 " He unbuckles his belt. “What are you doing?” I ask, really in a panic. “Fucking you,” he says. "
4 " I scan the field for the picnic tables, find them, and wander "
