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At night Kameron would pull up outside my house, leave his truck running, text me, and wait for me to crawl out the second-story window.
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You thought about rain and swaying trees; the way the world looks right after a storm: gray and slightly shaken, but still whole.
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At night we’d hang out at the park behind his house, drinking IPAs and tossing rocks at the tennis court fencing until he got bored and went home to have sex.
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