Young Love
After that, Eddie was never far from me. He knocked on my window almost every night, and snuck past my mothers’ room to come lay in bed with me. One the rare occasions that he didn’t knock, I would creep across the road and visit him instead. Every moment with him felt too short – I couldn’t get enough. He would always say that he felt the same way. When I went to go buy groceries, or to visit Barbara at the candy store, he walked with me. He would chat animatedly to me about anything that happened in his life that I wasn’t there to experience with him. He didn’t seem to mind that I never really said much in return. He just kept talking. In the afternoon, I would sit with him outside his trailer in his fold-out chairs and listen to his records. I brought books over and read while he rest
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