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.
Back in an hour
