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“Perfect timing Steve Dave!” Walt practically yelled. “Pee-Wee’s Playhouse is about to start. Come in,” He moved to the side, Steve Dave coming in.

That’s what friends do, Walt thought to himself on the train. Friends love each other and express it, he’s heard those stoners outside the Quick Stop scream their love for each other (the skinny one that is). Walt loves Steve Dave, of course he does but why is he still thinking about it? The words made him hot despite it being the middle of November. He looked around, the feeling of eyes on him but no one was staring. No one could see the graphic turn the drawing took, no one could see inside his brain and read his thoughts of Steve Dave. For a split moment, Walt is thankful superheroes aren't real, otherwise he’d be screwed.

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