Billy straightened, finally. He turned and leaned against the edge of the sink, pushing his fingers into his hair. The smell of sick was still in the air, even though he'd run the tap. He felt infinitely foolish, now that the moment had passed.
"A boy I used to know," he said. And then, with careful precision, "The master's son."
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Date: 2018-10-22 03:34 am (UTC)"A boy I used to know," he said. And then, with careful precision, "The master's son."