He liked Tom Petty.

On the night they met she bailed him out of a bogus gaol.
She was a fake whore (it was for some cheesy fund-raiser) and he took her number, written in smudgy eye-liner on the back of his hand.

One afternoon, as they watched television, he pointed at the clock and told her she could make a wish.

Later he kissed her, and as she hurried back for geography she thought about the red numbers: 2:22

EK 2013

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