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the library's computers, if not it was because of our ridiculous school is blocking the wireless internet. And it was one of those days where I couldn't wait until I was at home on my laptop. I could not even wait and check the mail on my iPhone out in the parking lot.
For I had written to the Blue from my secret account the same morning. And it was actually a rather important email.
I just wanted to see if he had the answer.
"In fact, I think most would take it pretty casual," says Martin. "You have the right to be who you are."
How should you relate to such a comment? A random straight guy who hardly knows me, sits and comes with good advice about to jump out. I have to roll with the the eyes.
"Well, but, whatever. I don't show it to anyone," he says.
For a moment I am so naive to be relieved. But then penetrates it into.
"Show it to anyone?" I ask.
He blushes and pills nervously by the sleeve. Something in his look gives me an oppressive feeling in the stomach.
"Have you ... have you taken a screenshot or what?"
"Well," he says. "It was what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Excuse me ... have you taken a fucking screenshot?"
He snerper lips together and stares over my shoulder. "Well, but, uh," he says. "I know you're friends with Abby Suso, so I wanted to ask you ..."
"Seriously? Or maybe we could just stick to it, you took a fucking screenshot of my fucking e-mails?"
He is quiet a little. "Well, I would just hear if you could put me in touch with Abby."
I'm just about to start laughing. "You want me to put in a good word in for you?"
"Something like that," he says.
"Why the hell would I do it?"
He's looking at me, and suddenly drops the pieces in place. It with Abby. This is what he wants of me. That, in return for not publishing my private fucking emails.
And Blues the e-mails.
Keep your mouth shut. I went really just that Martin was harmless. A little a maria geek, to be honest, but it is not in itself bad. And I always thought he was a fucking beard.
But right now there is not much to laugh about.
"You will seriously force me to it," I say.
"Force you? Arh, quite frankly. This is not the case."
"Well, how is it so?"
"It is nothing. I can be just like her. I thought you might want to help me a little on the way. Invite me, if you know, she also