[ The light is beginning to fail, he realizes. The setting sun had bathed the room in its coral glow for a long time, but now even twilight is fading. He reaches for the light at his bedstand that he only recently realized he had, and flicks it on. Then he tosses back the covers, very obviously staring at Kevin's body. ]
That's right. The more one isn't supposed to do something, the more fun it is. People are perverse that way.
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That's right. The more one isn't supposed to do something, the more fun it is. People are perverse that way.