Here It Is – Deadeye Dick

Here it is:
I fell in love with Amber Velpp on a humid May afternoon. I fell in love, and I never bothered to pick myself up.
Did you catch that? Do you understand?

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Here it is:
Amber finished her question, stuck a pencil into the corner of her mouth. She flicked a strand of dirty blond from her eye.
“I…I, uh…” I was watching my lap. My hands were stuck between my thighs. “I think I am. Yeah.”
“You’re sure? I don’t want to, you know, push you into anything. Am I pushing?”
“No.”
“So you’re ready?”
“Na-Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Alrighty then.” She smiled. The eraser behind her tongue was chipped and deformed. “C’mon.”

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“Amber, where the hell are we going?”
“Just shut up and c’mon!”
I offered her my hand, and she led me to a tall wooden door. Coach Weirk’s Sports Illustrated poster hung directly above the knob; Mindy June, dressed in a rubber violet bathing suit.
Amber nudged the door with her sneaker.
“Amber, what the fuc-”
“Shut up! Just stay behind me, alright?”

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Then we were walking through darkness so thick you could almost feel it. We passed a row of green lockers, the shower corner, the bathroom corner.
“Shut up,” Amber repeated in a whisper.