Different Boys, Different Rules

And why was it that some guys had tears in them and some had no tears at all? Different boys lived by different rules.

When I got home, I sat on my front porch. I watched the sun set. I felt alone, but not in a bad way. I really liked being alone. Maybe I liked it too much.

I thought of Dante and wondered about him. And it seemed to me that Dante’s face was a map of the world. A world without any darkness.

–Benjamin Alire Saenz in Aristotle and
Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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