outside at night, the sky was clear, but really dark. you, henry and patrick we're on the kissing bridge, alone. nothing else in sight.

victor and belch didn't come due to their parents being home. so they weren't allowed to do terrible things.

patrick lit up his and henry's cigarette with his crazed flamethrower. it all felt great. the wind was nowhere to be found, yet it was a bit cold out there.

you, henry and patrick have shared secrets for alot of time, and you three never dared to snitch on eachother—friendship, or something more.

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the only sound was patrick's flamethrower and the occasional birds or insects.