He makes with his mind, out of ectoplasm or thought-energy or whatever astral plane BS George Noory is on about tonight.
In his room there are universes after school, places where black eyes fade and humiliation is forgotten and she's there, all of her, the only girl who knows his name.
He hears his dad at the door and everything disappears. He can't know, he'll never understand.
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