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[toujours_nigel]

So, and so, and so, and how strange to touch the same skin and elicit a different response, to feel the slender body fit just slightly wrong against your own—is it that you have grown or that this boy is differently shaped or that you have forgotten how you fit, chosen to misremember?—and how strange to feel yourself the stronger, the one with power, the one to say, ‘yes’, ‘no’, ‘leave me’, ‘do not come again thus’, or, relenting, say, ‘stay, and let me look upon you, who are so beautiful’ and watch your words brush away tears.

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