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He just poured out his sad,

pathetic heart

to you philistines!

And I think it's beautiful.

Let him read.

No.

I may be 15,

but you're an a**hole.

I'll be 16 in a few months.

All right, everybody,

that is my fault.

I'm the one who broke the rules.

Don't blame him.

So you're not...

Mad at me anymore, right?

I'd only be mad if you stopped

writing because of this.

Me? No.

I've got my body armor on.

Hey, I love you, too.

Well, duh.

I gotta tell you something.

I think I may be a lesbian.

The way I figure it...

If I'm lesbian and you're gay,

then we can be a gay couple,

and it sort of cancels

each other out.

Cause I'm more mannish

and you're like a girl.

Wait, what...

I'm like a girl?

I'm sorry, Neil.

I'm sorry I said you were gay.

I don't know why I said that.

I don't care what you are.

That's the only thing

that I don't care about.

I told them you were 16.

What?

I'm the reason you didn't

get into the live read.

It was my fault.

It was down to you and me,

and I told them that I was 18,

and you were 16.

That editor, Ronnie,

loves your writing.

It's not about that.

It never was,

so you have to keep writing.

I thought you didn't care

about the reading.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I really do love you.

It's not so crazy

they believed you were 18.

You do look older now.

Jesus!

Mom knows you stayed with her.

What?

- Mom's around?

- Mm-hmm.

- How bad is it?

- It's bad.

Dad took a bullet for you.

That girl's mom called.

Did you guys steal

her credit card?

I hope you lost your cherry,

Neily Bopper.

'Cause from the sound of it,

you might not be seeing

much of her for a while.

Let me see that.

What, do you think I'm too dumb?

Don't worry, man,

she'll come around.

Seasons end,

even on Milliarcha v,

where nuclear winter

was slowly giving way

to bright spring.

Vanguard felt it. And he knew his

own season was now at a close.

Be it burial in

the cold vacuum of space,

or a quaint domestic cabin

on the frontier's rim,

everyone retires.

Things, people... Come

into your life suddenly,

and then are just

as suddenly gone.

But their season shapes you.

Makes you dare things you

hadn't previously even dreamt.

And for that, and for my

friend, this author is happy.

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