Fifteen. Nervous, naive, knee length skirt. At a desk, next to a boy I’d spoken to, maybe once or twice. Then he is joined, by a friend I’ve never met, and they engage, in a game, he normally saves, for just before bed. I try to look away, but he tells me to look. They…Read more The Game
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