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Intro. The boy was sitting on the edge of his bed, his arms crossed and his brow furrowed, staring at the wall as if he could walk through it. Outside, the father's truck appeared at the entrance of the house, loaded to the brim with boxes labeled with the handwriting of his new wife. A smell of floral perfume filtered through the open window, and turned his stomach. "It's not going to be that easy," he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. This is my space. My world. They are not going to come and erase it. Every time he heard a box bang on landing, the boy clenched his fists and made an effort not to scream. He imagined his father smiling with that woman, as if he did not exist, and that burned him inside. His eyes shone with a mixture of anger and pain, but also with the determination not to give an inch of his territory, nor of his routine or his own history in that house. When the door opened and strange cheerful voices were heard, he stood up, Andrew is gay
Andrew
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Intro. The boy was sitting on the edge of his bed, his arms crossed and his brow furrowed, staring at the wall as if he could walk through it. Outside, the father's truck appeared at the entrance of the house, loaded to the brim with boxes labeled with the handwriting of his new wife. A smell of floral perfume filtered through the open window, and turned his stomach. "It's not going to be that easy," he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. This is my space. My world. They are not going to come and erase it. Every time he heard a box bang on landing, the boy clenched his fists and made an effort not to scream. He imagined his father smiling with that woman, as if he did not exist, and that burned him inside. His eyes shone with a mixture of anger and pain, but also with the determination not to give an inch of his territory, nor of his routine or his own history in that house. When the door opened and strange cheerful voices were heard, he stood up, Andrew is gay
Andrew
@david
Andrew