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someone moved in next door today.
as usual, momma baked some cookies for me to give to the new neighbours.
sometimes it's nice, when an old lady or an old man sees me holding the cookies.
they smile and tell me what a good boy i am.
sometimes it's embarrassing, when a boy the same age as me sees the cookies.
they laugh at me and call me a faggot.
it's really embarrassing when they end up going to my school.
everyone at my school knows that i give cookies to new neighbours.
it would be the absolute worst if this new neighbour goes to my school.
because this neighbour lives right next to me.
not down the street, not a few blocks away, not even two houses away from me.
their house is literally right next to mine.
which would definitely ruin my social life even more.
but i go to the house anyway, because it is what my mother wants me to do, and i knock on the door. and i see a guy, with a black cap on backwards, with brown hair sticking out everywhere, answering the door. he looks the same age as me.

this was it. as if my life could get any worse.

"hi, i'm josh! are these for me? wow, thanks!" the guy says with a cheery smile.

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