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131 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 31, 2017
I wanted to win. I wanted to lose. I wasn't sure which I wanted more. Mostly, I just wanted to play.
Could you be horny for a situation? Could a--what, a game--turn you on?
He wasn't nuts. Or, if he was, it was the same sort of crazy that I was.
We didn't talk about games, or about girls. He talked about surfing. I talked about french poetry. Neither of us really understand much of the other's interests, but that, too, was a kind of friendship: letting people talking about what you didn't understand, and caring anyway.
I felt drunk, or high or -- almost like I was bobbing in the surf, in that liminal space between earth and sky, where all the rules were suspended.
... there was only one girl in the class I found attractive at all, and she had this annoying habit of making everything about Lacan.Tell me you've been spending too much time in the French Studies dept without telling me ...

