Can't Imagine a Better Life...

Can't Imagine a Better Life...

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Nick Ryan is alone. Simply put. Being a tall, smart, dirty blonde in a sea full of stupid people is tough, especially when you get bullied all the time. Not to mention he's a closet gay. Xavier Maretti is an our bisexual prankster at a preppy academy called Cloverfield Academy with tons of close friends and a not-so secret passion for ducks. When these two meet, Nick wants to heal himself and Xavier wants to make a new friend. Their attraction to each other is hard not to see, even a blind man can see it. Will an accident pull them apart? Will Nick ever heal? What the Hell does a gavel have to do with this?! Will their love last the stupid prejudice of today's society? Can I please be besties with the guy who sends pictures of condoms to the newly discovered couples? These are the questions people.
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* TRIGGER WARNING* there may or may not be parts of this book that people may find upsetting. It talks about mental illness. Also it talks about religion so if any of these things may trigger you then I recommenced not reading this. However feel free to talk to me because I'm hear to support y'all. 16-year-old Matthew is on the lengthy journey of self-acceptance and discovery. How will he cope with a rising taste for a blonde boy who managed the earth on his fingertips like crushed berries. Will he learn to love himself? Or will he allow his doubt to control him and his sprouting relationship? "Taste me in crimson so that when we taste no more, when age will turn our buds sour and memories hazy, that I have hope to scour my letterbox and find you wrapped pristine silk, next to an image of June. Within your eyes, euphoric." Acknowledgements 1# slice of life 15/01/21 23# closeted 15/01/21

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