There is no feeling in the world quite like the attention paid to me by an attractive boy who makes sassy comments while I am intoxicated. It doesn't matter if it goes anywhere, but those fleeting moments when he plays to me as an audience are unbelievable.
Accordingly, there is no feeling in the world quite as sobering and dishearting as when that boy leaves the party early because he is tired or bored, and the attention paid sublimates into something nonexistent.
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