Chapter Nine

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March 17 – 3am

Giving up on sleep, I drag a blanket behind me, crawling out onto the fire escape.

Shivering in the late winter cold, I let go and remember.

He came from old money, while our money smelled like the kraut jar my mother stored it in.

We'd been slotted into the same dorm room – two twenty-one year old boys with a penchant for drinking, fighting, and getting laid.

With no Voice of Reason, it'd been a miracle either of us had passed.

I'd liked looking at him.

Good Catholic boys didn't think like that.

For him, I'd walk away from good.


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