Hate Crime
Leaning into Prince slightly I aim a pebble at my best friend Frankie's window. It misses. I try again. Yes. Waiting... no answer. Pebble number three, aim, shoot, contact. Pebble four is a miss. Pebble five makes quite a clatter. Frankie presses his nose to the window. Says something. I cannot hear him but from his hand gestures I believe he wants to meet me round back. I take myself round the back of his house. Wait for him to open the back door. "What are you doing at this time of night?" Eyes look me over. "You look a wreck." "I fell." I rub at my damp arms. "Do you have some boots I could borrow, and perhaps a long cloak to return home in?" A hand grabs me by the elbow, pulls me into the kitchen. "Sleep over, dude." At the words sleep over, Prince takes off to wherever he goes wh
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