At the Reserves Desk. Just witnessed my first kiss in Avery, and I have been here for "some time." A girl who always spoke just to hear her voice in my History of Photo class and a guy in the very early stages of a receding hairline and striped Picasso-boatneck shirt kissed each other on the stairs, his arm around her.
This upsets me. Nothing is ever so blatant here! Everything should be kept mysterious, taboo, left for the mind to create outlandish stories and fetishes. We know what goes on in Avery, but don't ruin the fun of imagining for us. Please. So take it to the balcony stairs next time so that our fantasies can be appeased. No one's heart races over the thought of a peck on the stairs.
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