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acing, I add, “With me.”<br />
The city bus bumps along Route Thirteen, stops in<br />
Boyds Corner, Biddles Corner, St. Georges, and Wrangle<br />
Hill. Each stop is little more than an opening and closing of<br />
the door. We sit together on the double seat, our denims<br />
brushing up against each other with each lurch of the bus. I<br />
want to nibble his earlobe, tell him he’s my Saturn and I’m<br />
his rings. A celestial storm of fright and thrill pulses through<br />
every capillary. The musky smell of his hair overwhelms me<br />
with feelings of love. Already, it’s the most amazing day.<br />
Perry doesn’t say a word. I’m tempted to fill the silence<br />
with nervous chatter, but I stop myself. Words would ruin<br />
the moment. And I want every nanosecond of this day to be<br />
burned into my memory forever.<br />
Besides, my lips are so dry, words would only get stuck<br />
on the way out of my mouth.<br />
<strong>Perfect</strong> <strong>Girl</strong> can have her flawless tan. I have Perry.<br />
Once we transfer to the Greyhound bus in Wilmington,<br />
three and a half hours separate us from Washington, D.C.<br />
With each passing hour, my buzz level increases exponentially.<br />
(I know this because Perry explains that the word<br />
exponential means a number multiplying itself by itself, and<br />
that’s exactly what is going on in my adrenaline-flooded<br />
body.) By the time the bus driver bellows, “Washington,<br />
D.C., the nation’s capital, next stop!” we’re both shooting<br />
sparks off the tops of our heads. Perry leaps to his feet before<br />
the bus even comes to a stop.<br />
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