Prologue

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Dedicated to my bestie SOPALIRE . Enjoy the story! I repeat this is a boyxboy story so if you don't support the LGBTQ+ community, you can choose other books to read.

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It is not coincidental if I am the only one doing these certain things. Like, people should be doing the same thing as me. Like for example, I am writing something on my journal and it keeps on messing up so I do go tear it up and trash it up to the trash can. Others might be eating a hotdog in a bun, sitting at a park bench. Staring at kids who are playing in the park and their guardians were using cellphones while they look up for their kids and how a baby carriage is passing by because a mom is going for a sun walk for her child. Some might be cooking, eating, drinking, swimming I guess? Panting, sending e-mails. Writing a book, a song, or a poem.
Pooping, peeing, doing drugs, having sex, drinking at the bar, having their best time in life. Sitting watching TV, using Facebook, taking a selfie, posting a picture of Starbucks frappe on Instagram, watching a YouTube video. Reading, singing, watching a movie, listening to a song.

And I'm just here. Throwing another ball of paper to the trash can. Waiting for my mom to call me for dinner.

"Hey, Uhm, it is not pleasing to have a ton of paper trash on your room, young man."

"I know I was going to clean that up but you came in."

"We'll be having dinner, Jacques."

"Be down there."

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