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An Untitled Work of Fiction: Chapter 4

I distinctly remember a cute boy I worked with in my first year of college putting his head on my shoulder. Our legs were also touching, so I thought my entire body would explode.

An Untitled Work of Fiction: Chapter 3

He would claim that he grew up in a "privileged but middle-class" household. He grew up religiously repressed, which tends to make people feel like they're part of some lesser class when usually it means quite the opposite.