Give me a high five, she told me in her primadonna voice. Canci chiromancy, it's just punishment for homework not done. I counted to ten, admiring her cleavage. Even as tears welled up in my eyes, I imagined her climbing up the desk and teaching me the letter V over and over again. But everything has an end. When I heard 2, sit down, I looked at my desk mate and told himt hrough my teeth to find out her address, even though I didn't want to share it with anyone. It was the ABCs of my immature life, the stuff of nights lost in literary ecstasy.
(Translated by Lorina Xiaoyu Hou / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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