Home (boyxboy)

Home (boyxboy)

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It's Lev's senior year of high school, the last year he has to spend in his godforsaken hometown, the last year he has to deal with his godawful step-father. But, what Lev doesn't expect during his last few months in Hemingway, Alabama is to stumble onto something that will make him want to stay in the place that he has longed to leave his entire life. As it turns out, that's exactly what happens. And throughout his whirlwind senior year, Lev learns about himself, about his family, about his faith, and, most importantly, he learns that home isn't necessarily the place you live. For some, home isn't a place. It's a person. Disclaimer: Religion (Christianity, specifically) is a major area of conflict in this story and if you are sensitive to talk which questions or condemns religion, I recommend that you proceed with caution.
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You spoke with your fists more than you spoke with your words the hate poured out of you and onto me for all the things that weren't my fault You've beaten the fight out of me taught me not to run and tell a lesson made in blood turned me into your slave You showed me kindness in rare moments you didn't make my life hell a manipulation or a nicer side to you I could never tell You fed me breadcrumbs made me treasure them like gold until I worshipped the ground you walked on and looked at you like one might look at God You upped and left never said a goodbye it hurt more than the most painful fist and the cruelest lie You became a ghost haunted me for a decade showed up in memories and dreams and one summer night in real life All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the written permission of the author.

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