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"We just sat down on the floor and snorted lines of coke off a cd case, gulped down a bottle of wine then used it to play spin the bottle. They kissed each other first, then they both kissed me, and then we forgot about the bottle...
Two kisses in one kiss was all it took, a comfort, a warmth, perhaps temporary, perhaps false, but reassuring nonetheless, and mine, and theirs, ours, all three of us giggling, insane giggles and laughter with still more kisses on the way, and I remember a brief instant then, out of the blue, when I suddenly glimpsed my own father...And so I renewed my kisses with even greater enthusiasm, caressing and in turn devouring their dark lips...until there were too many kisses to count or remember and the memory of love proved not love at all and needed a replacement,which our bodies found, and then the giggles subsided, and the laughter dimmed, and darkness enfolded all of us and we gave away our childhood for nothing and we died and condoms littered the floor and Christina threw up in the sink and Amber chuckled a little and kissed me a little more, but in a way that told me it was time to leave."

- Mark Z. Danielewski "House of Leaves"