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     The second time I saw Dustin, I was sober.

   We didn't talk, just glanced at each other. He blinked and turned back to the professor he was taking to.

    I didn't understand why I was so intrigued, but I guess it was a good thing.

  But I wasn't sure, I wasn't a psychic — no I was a seventeen year old boy with  a crush, on a guy.

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[a/n: dedicated to sherlockpoppy .]