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By Quinn Wilde

Quinn Wilde spends a formative yr learning on the college of St. Andrews, Scotland, and residing in Fife Park, the most cost effective pupil place of dwelling within the united kingdom. alongside the way in which, there are errors and fake pas, damages and destruction, passions and revelations, longing and belonging, love, secret, tragedy, admire, and only a tiny bit of intercourse.

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It’s not that bad,’ I said. ’ ‘You know he wanted us to move in together,’ she said, suddenly. ‘I didn’t know,’ I said. ’ ‘I didn’t know. ’ ‘That boy hates himself,’ she told me. ‘He hates a lot of things,’ I said. ’ ‘Frank’s lovely,’ she said. ‘He’s so nice. ’ ‘Mart just doesn’t know what to say,’ I said. ’ ‘It is awkward,’ she said. ‘I’m so glad you came in for tea. ’ ‘Well, there’s knickers all over the place,’ I told her. ‘They’re not mine,’ she said. ’ Somehow that made it easier to look at them.

Well, I sort of knew that,’ she said. ’ I said. ’ I didn’t mention the shirt. Blouse. ‘Shine on you crazy diamond,’ Craig said, when I told him. ’ ‘It had to be done,’ I said, and believed it for a moment. I didn’t tell Frank. The really pathetic thing is that I thought I was brave for making a point of blurting it out like that. When, really, I was just too scared to keep up the act that is courtship for more than a few seconds at a time. The things we realise years too late. One could write a book about it.

That’s why it was sad. ’ ‘Well,’ she said, eventually. ’ ‘No,’ I said. ’ I grinned. ’ That brought the colour to my cheeks. ’ I said. ’ I raised the tea to my lips, and got the cold dregs of the mug. How circular life is. a. Thunderball [Ha fucking ha] in First Year was the single worst night I had in St. Andrews. I don’t blame the organisers, although it was a bit lacklustre. I don’t blame the venue, although the Younger Hall could suck the life out of an orgy with extra tits. No, I blame myself, and I’m glad to have had the opportunity to do so.

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