Boys Love Boys
A silly smile forms on my face, and I approach, but he doesn't seem to notice my presence.
— Hi! — I say, and he looks at me with an angry expression. — I know you are angry, it wasn't my fault...
— Of course not, because you are smelly and nice! — he releases this sentence before I can explain myself, looking even angrier.
— I don't understand!
— Oh sure, because... — before he completes his sentence, we are interrupted.
— Nate, Will, it's time! — someone from production calls us.
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