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    Ray’s teeth clenched, his boots nudging against the floor as he stood in front of Pete. “Maybe this is home? I mean — Maine, ya know,” Ray shoved his hands in his pockets, "maybe this will be home, man.”

    Pete’s eyes crinkled, just the slight uptick of his lips as he nodded along, “Sure, Ray. Maybe this is home.”

    And Ray wondered if he’d wake up tomorrow, or the next month, or the next year and Pete would be gone. If Pete can’t be bottled up forever, kept in a jar or on a shelf or in a pocket. If he’s like the passing seasons, home to nowhere and always changing. Yet, the seasons guarantee a return, a promise that with the end of winter, then spring will come. But not Pete. There is no promise that Ray will see him come autumn. When the chapel is finished and the sun begins to set early, maybe Pete will pack up his bags and leave for his next home. That the ache in Ray’s bones can’t be Pete’s home.

    Except Ray is not home, not for Pete and not for himself.

     

    or, Ray lives a quiet life in rural Maine with his preacher father and depressed mother. Along comes Pete, trying to find a new life to call his own.

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    “Aw man,” Pete said breathlessly, drawing back. He was leaning up on one elbow; their faces were inches apart. “Where’ve you been this whole time?”

    The bravery he’d felt so briefly before suddenly ignited, blossoming under Pete’s gentle gaze and soft touches.

    “Waiting for you, I reckon.” Replied Ray.

     

    Ray meets Pete in a bar the night before the dropout deadline.

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