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18 – A Big Deal
Wendy’s Story
Camilla Story
He lived in a really rural area. I parked and walked really quietly to the window of his bedroom, which I knew from when I went to meet his folks. So I went and squatted by his window and just imagined him sleeping inside. I kept waiting to hear him wake up. And when he woke up, somebody blew their nose—his dad or him—and it freaked me out that they were waking up and they might hear me, so I fled, got back to my car, and drove away. Just being outside his bedroom window—just imagining him in there sleeping, and wanting to be with him, just dying to be with him—that was my dream.
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