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Show Why We Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 143 weather. The track and the dash marks and the baseball diamond and the basketball courts are all printed on top of each other on the old blacktop. There are several gigantic intersecting circles. I hate not knowing what those circles are for. The entire yard is, in fact, just a scary diagram of our futures, and it makes my stomach feel the same way that the diagram of the female reproductive organs did. I feel my pocket and take the pamphlet out and hand it to Fenn. "Check this out." He takes it and turns a few pages, still walking. It's funny to see him read without holding the paper against his nose. He hands it back. "Wonderfully informative." "My mother left it for me." "Your mother! What for?" "I don't know." We walk by the huge brick siding of the gymnasium. Someone has thrown a bottle of ink against it and a blue stain flashes dead center. The whole school scares me. In four days I'll come here as a student. "You ever jack off?" Fenn asks. "Yeahnn." I say automatically- "What? Do you?" "Not exactly." I try to say it as if I know what I am saying exactly. Jacking off is something I've heard about. Lannie and Cling are always telling the little kids to jack off. They take the kids' nickels and then say, "Now, why don't |
