His Tenacity
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Tenacity
te·nac·i·ty
təˈnasədē/
noun
the quality or fact of being able to grip something firmly; grip.
The man on the radio said every able bodied man between 21 and 45 was to put into the draft. Harry could tick off almost everyone he knew that would fit in that category. Robin, his teacher Mr. Jones, the boys along the street he had yet to learn the names of, and Louis. God why did Louis have to be twenty one?
Or a story set in 1939 London where Louis is in the draft and Harry is coming to terms with his sexuality and that his new friend, Louis, might not always be there.
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