There was one more thing in the box - something made fabric that had yellowed from age, in a zip-lock bag. He lifted it up, puzzled. He could make out writing along one strap. Then not so puzzled. "Please tell me that this isn't a jockstrap. Tell me that you didn't steal my jockstrap."
"Well, I didn't exactly steal it. You might have left it behind. I was sixteen. Remember what it was like when you were sixteen?"
Neal dropped the bag back into the box and laughed. "I love you, Peter Burke." And he repeated the words again and again, because he couldn't think of anything else to say.
LOL! Oh Peter! And what a wonderful and emotional journey down memory lane.
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Date: 2015-01-14 06:52 pm (UTC)"Well, I didn't exactly steal it. You might have left it behind. I was sixteen. Remember what it was like when you were sixteen?"
Neal dropped the bag back into the box and laughed. "I love you, Peter Burke." And he repeated the words again and again, because he couldn't think of anything else to say.
LOL! Oh Peter! And what a wonderful and emotional journey down memory lane.