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It's Not So Easy, Is It? ch. 3

Damien smiled, and then we stripped down to our boxers and stood in the rain. A few good years ago, when we were about eleven, we used to just flat out get naked and run around when it rained, because it was far easier to get clean that way. But that was before we hit puberty. Now we had our dignity and pride to keep up on.
“You got soap, James?”
“Yes, Damien, of course.”
“Dishwater? (I nodded) Where’d you get dishwater soap from?”
I smiled cheesily. “Nicked it from this lady on the way home. What? Her window was open and everything!”
“I knew it.” He shook his head in mock sadness. “My poor James is turning into a theif!”
I grinned. “I was gonna give it back..eventually.”
I squirted some in my hand and rubbed it all over my body. Damien did the same. Then we put our clothes back on, climbed up a ladder to a staircase, and watched the alley fill up with water. It doesn’t rain in Oregon. It flat out pours.

Damien and I fell sleep shortly after it stopped pouring. Probably about 1 or so in the morning.

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