Mr. Carrier had been talking about complex numbers, and making me feel a little woozy but every bit as smart as I knew I was. There just seems to be all this space opening up all the time, and it’s just like driving really fast at night. Mr. Carrier, he just goes on and on, and I get the scary feeling there’s some crazy sort of infinity that’s gotten into his mind. I want to go there, and he makes me feel I could follow… read more about | kubrick | teen | writing | erotica | lolita | lolita

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