Page 131 of I Can't Even Think Straight

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melodies—everything, really.”

“I can’t imagine sharing my writing

with anyone but Vass,” I say.

I turn to Matt and add, “No offense.”

“It’s cool.” Matt laughs.

“You can spare me your horny poetry.”

Obi looks at Matt, who smiles

mischievously at me and Vass.

No one knows how to react

to Matt’s inappropriate comment,

so we collectively ignore it.

In the next room, “Mixing desk.”

In the next room, “Kitchen.”

In the next room, “Lavatory.”

“You could pretty much

live in here,” says Vass,

“and just go into the house

to sleep and shower.”

“That’s pretty much it,” says Obi.

“I only sleep and do, erm,

homework in my bedroom.”

Obi slinks an arm around me,

and pulls me in possessively.

“For now, at least,” Obi says.

Matt’s and Vass’s eyes open wide,

like a pair of unfortunate deer

caught in our headlights.

I feel responsible for all of us

being here right now.

Technically, I was the one

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