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And I may
- lives with his gran
- his previous relationship with a girl named Emma ended really badly, and made him hesitant to start a new relationships
- is a graffiti artist nicknamed "Poet"
"Leo's screaming good-looking, that's for sure. Five fingers to the power of ten. Tall, with a shaved head, soft eyes, and a tattoo."
His hand moves across the wall, signing our name. he always writes them the same way. His, then mine, in a font he calls Phantasm.
Love doesn't make the world go round
Sex makes it spin for a second or two
If you're lucky
So do chips, sausage rolls, and girls in short skirts
Lays its fingers on your heart
And holds it
When the next girl smiles
Favorite line from a poem?
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
"I was writing poetry. I owe Malcolm because I want to write poetry. You got attacked in the park for poetry." It's like once Leo starts saying poetry, he can't stop. "Mainly I work with free verse. I did a haiku last week though. 'I am in deep trouble / I owe lots and lots of cash / Malcolm will kill me.'"
"The general consensus seems to be that we're losers," I say.
"Well, we're not. Can you believe no one's offered to help is?"
"It's eighty-six degrees, and the city's going crazy. Would you help two guys push a pink van?"
"Yeah," he says, "I would."
"Yeah, you would," I agree. "You're a good guy, Leo."