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180 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 28, 2014
[Brandon] wanted to give Alex anything—everything—Alex needed to be happy. Private jokes, romantic evenings, a thousand million plastic dinosaurs.

Shame was a foreign concept to Mark. Like Fahrenheit, gallons, or putting bacon on doughnuts.
“Turns out I’m fairly kinky,” Mark said matter-of-factly.
Fairly, Brandon had learned, was Australian understatement for absofuckinglutely.
"I’m not letting you give me a dinosaur and run away!"
Dinosaurs fucking meant something.

"I want to remember this. Okay? I want to remember it perfectly"
"It is perfect."
"I want to remember how perfect it is perfectly."









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"You are the best thing in my life right now."
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"Sorry. I don't--maybe I'm no saying this right. But you mean so much to me, and I want you to be okay. That's all. I want you to be okay."
"I am. You make it...a lot easier to be okay."
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'Splayed on the bed like this, gasping softly at Brandon's touch, Alex didn't look like a klutzy hipster-nerd. He looked...Beautiful.'
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This is Alex.
Alex. Alex. Alex.
And he wasn’t repeating it in his head to keep himself in the moment. He was repeating it because it was something new and wonderful, and he could hardly believe it was real.
Dinosaurs fucking meant something.
Sometimes he felt like he was nothing except wasted potential.