Louder than Bombs

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The boy shuffles along the pavement at night, flashes of video games and his dead mother popping into his brain with every step he takes.
“I want to have lunch with you on Monday”, the girl says.
Dimly lit every time they pass a streetlight on the way home, she’s lovelier than she’s ever been sitting across from him in English class.
He does not answer, but we really hope he does.

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