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He
(the other bleached blond boy)
liked spaghetti.
That's what he said.
"I like spaghetti." Shrug.
I laughed and bet him he wouldn't finish it.
I lost, of course.
It was a performance to him
like juggling, or handstands
or wearing a red halter top and a skirt.
It was a performance
he loved
so much, I wondered
if his arm around that girl in plain view
of me
was meant for an audience.
I don't think he meant to hurt.
