Amanda Laughtland: Seventeen

Seventeen

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I’ve never — not even

boys my age. Why not

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forget it — I’d rather visit

museums, the hush

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of look but don’t touch,

the docent’s shoulders

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in her dark suit, her calves

behind velvet ropes.

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