…The two of us sat in the large, insufficiently lit room, alone… It was the room behind Donny’s Skybox’s stage…

…We sat side by side, faces forward…

…This was during this past Saturday’s ten-minute break…

…My eyes, pushed to their right-most corners, watched her as she listened to my throat gulp down the watery remnants of the hours old, Coffee-Light Frappuccino…

…I know she heard the rippled, liquid-flush of fluid gravitate down my throat because the room was otherwise silent…

…Embarrassed by my disgusting sound, I apologized, but not before confirming my fears by asking if she had heard…(which, as mentioned before, she had)…

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