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Hey, Chris. Grats.

So, you asked them to not do something which they're already not-doing? Brilliant idea!

And you call poor Spikey a pervert.

He can keep it.

Summer was something that I always had mixed emotions about. Living on an isolated rural road, it meant that I had no other kids to act as a "buffer" between myself and my family at home. No summer romance was in my cards. No cute boys I could crush on, sadly. On the other hand, it meant that I could visit my friend, Jessie, at his house pretty much whenever I wanted. As long as it didn't rain, but sometimes even then, I'd still walk the mile-and-a-half down the road to his house. As far as I can recall, Jessie was the first person I came out to, and the first to support me unconditionally.

I wish that we could have covered a few anime or manga stories in our book reviews. These titles, No. 6 in particular, have some pretty nuanced portrayal of LGBTQ+ people. La Esperança, by Chigusa Kawai No. 6, by Atsuko Asano Tokyo Ghoul, by Sui Ishida Wandering Son, by Takako Shimura Our Dreams at Dusk, by Yuhki Kamatani Aside from that, there are some truly spectacular anime soundtracks out in the world that deserve to be shared. Tokyo Ghoul Bubble (film) Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood Mobile Suit Gundam 00 Black Butler Terror in Resonance Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit

When I was 13 or so, I had a thing for my best friend. I loved when he took his shirt off, because I liked looking at his chest. His nipples were so pink and tiny. And you could count. Every. Single. One. Of his ribs. The really weird thing about my friend, was how sensitive his skin was. If I poked him gently in the side, he'd flinch like I rubbed him with sandpaper. And if I tickled him, you'd have thought I hooked a car battery onto his nipples! LOL!! It was so weird! But, obviously, I tried not to do that. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Too much. *snickers* Secretly, I wondered: "If his ribs are that sensitive... then what about his you-know-what?" Sadly, life took us in opposite directions, and I never had the chance to "do anything" with him. After that, I got over my heartbreak when school resumed in September and suddenly, there was, like, an all-you-can-eat-with-your-eyes boy buffet at the middle school. *silence* .... .... *more silence* ... ... *cracks up laughing* Sorry, guys! I just realized how horny that made me sound, and I swear I wasn't! Really!!

*high fives Dugh*

Who, me? I'm the helpful librarian. 📚

Hey, Gary.

Glad to hear from you, sweetie. I'd ask how Mum is faring, but I already know the answer. All I can do is express my hope that her condition remains unchanged, if not improved.

I have standards.

You've never been to the Florida Keys, then?

I'm finally able to get outside and do some planting! Lem, my 3-year-old lemon tree that Max named, is 24 inches tall from the base. I was able to successfully transplant them into a larger container with some specialized potting soil and a bit of fertilizer. Now they'll grow even bigger. I'm also planting some more rosemary, mint, and basil. Beets, potatoes, and leeks, too. New crops this year: ginger, garlic, and scallions. Max said that he wants to try making... tofu. So, I'm looking at some soybeans, as well.