I'm sure it's pretty there, full of old hippies, I suppose.
- Bobby? he said.
- Uh-huh?
- I don't know. I feel like there are things I need to talk to you about, but I don't really know how. I'm not sure what to say.
- Um, what things? I asked.
He lay on his back, with his head cradled in his hands. Sometimes he fell asleep that way, his waking ideas marching straight into his dreams. He could have trouble separating real memories from dreamed ones. I knew that about him.
- You know, he said. The things we used to do together. The, well, sexual things. I mean, we never talked about it, and after high school we just stopped. I guess I'm wondering what you thought about all that.
// Jonathan och Bobby, A home at the end of the world.
- Uh-huh?
- I don't know. I feel like there are things I need to talk to you about, but I don't really know how. I'm not sure what to say.
- Um, what things? I asked.
He lay on his back, with his head cradled in his hands. Sometimes he fell asleep that way, his waking ideas marching straight into his dreams. He could have trouble separating real memories from dreamed ones. I knew that about him.
- You know, he said. The things we used to do together. The, well, sexual things. I mean, we never talked about it, and after high school we just stopped. I guess I'm wondering what you thought about all that.
// Jonathan och Bobby, A home at the end of the world.
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