I like talking to the boy next door through my bedroom window. But his LATEST messages are #shorts

I want to talk to you about the boy next door.

I first noticed him when we arrived here. Mom was moving in all of our boxes and furniture, and I was sitting on a box labelled “fragile,” downing ice-cold lemonade. It was just a glimpse. One of the movers asked me to help with a box of kitchen equipment.

I was struggling to get a proper grip on it, twisting around to shout that I needed help, when I saw him.

Not much of a person, more of a shadow poking from behind the fence. What I could make

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