"Because it's a beautiful night and you're a beautiful boy," Rachel said smiling, his chin propped in her hands, her elbows and knees cold on the damp roof. "You should come up!" she was whispering, not because she remembered than he lived with a teacher, but because it was late, and dark, and talking aloud felt like it would break the magic.
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Date: 2014-04-03 11:06 am (UTC)From: