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“Right there:

‘his dog-toothed smile,’ you said.”

Vass quotes me back to myself.

“Woof, woof.” Vass teases me.

When I’ve recovered from

the biggest cringe of my life,

Vass looks at me, doe-eyed.

“I’m so happy for you, Kai.”

Vass may not be able to share

everything with me,

but I’m happy I can still share

everything with them.

“If you really wanna meet Obi,”

I say, as the idea comes to me,

“you could come to bouldering.”

Vass tilts their head

as they consider my invitation

with an unreadable expression.

“Matt’s been wanting to meet you, too,”

I add, as if this would sweeten the deal.

But this isn’t about Matt or Obi.

It’s about Vass and me.

I wanna spend as much time

with Vass as possible,

especially when

they seem so vulnerable.

Saturday: I Can’t Even Think Straight—Bouldering

Vass wears rainbow leggings

and a tank top that says:

“I Can’t Even Think Straight.”

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