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... o young? It wasn’t that I minded being admired—what thirteen-year-old boy would?—but the age gap made everything awkward and complicated.
I suppose I couldn’t really complain, given that I was still quite young myself. Thirteen years old, to be exact, though I was much older in my mind. I mean when I did I was twenty three.
But here, in a few years, I’d be considered a man by most standards, but that felt like an eternity away. The waiting was maddening.
More than anythin ...
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