He smiled and pointed at the stairs. “Would you like to see my room?” A million thoughts flitted through my mind in the few seconds that followed that question. Thoughts of the hundreds of times I had wondered what his house was like, wondered if he had a girlfriend, and if so how it must feel to be her—to be the one who knew the guy behind the computer screen that no one else gets to see. I had even pictured myself being her.
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