It’s not a mystery. It’s no secret. There are no rumors floating around that aren’t perhaps a little bit true. The events leading up to all of this are subtle. They are simple. In-complex in their entirety. His name was Shane. He wasn’t new. I was. This was a school. A quite grungy school in a quite washed up city. The humor in all of this? I knew, I always knew that I wasn’t what I thought I was. Only because of my inexperience in the area. This is not a love story. It’s a story about me finding myself. Me finding who and what I am. I’m not the type of person to tell a half-assed story, so I might drawl it out a bit, so excuse me if I do. At the end, you might ask yourself why you wasted your time but, give me a try. You might even enjoy my misfortune.
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The Secret To New York (Boyxboy)
Teen FictionIt's not a mystery. It's no secret. There are no rumors floating around that aren't perhaps a little bit true. The events leading up to all of this are subtle. They are simple. In-complex in their entirety. His name was Shane. He wasn't new. I was...
