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Aurelle had s*x for the first time after crawling on her hands and knees through a tiny door that connected her bedroom to her old playroom. She was at the end of her seventeenth year, and she still didn’t know who she was. She was timid and bold, she was honest and pretty. She was so many things, and so many of them were tied to this house and the family in it. That she could do this under their nose was a tiny subversion, a small thrill. The white broadloom in the playroom was lush and untouched, and, afterwards, Aurelle and Tim lay sprawled out on it, their bodies imprinting into it like snow angels, their chests heaving. She felt so many things and wondered if he did, too. Worldly, guilty, elated, infatuated, sad, relieved, drained, shy. More, too, like that she kind of wanted him t
