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The song was beautiful if TJ hadn't kept interrupting his whispers.

"I'm hungry!" And that's when I stopped dancing with him. He had to laugh about it, but always managed to ruin the mood or sometimes even ridicule it. "I'm going to order a pizza! ...Do you want some of that, too?' We went outside, into the fresh air.

"You're not serious?...haha..." The craziest guy I knew and liked.

He led the way to a couple of tables with benches set around the school grounds, a little off the hall, and actually called a pizza taxi. He tried to explain where to find us and then hung up to light a cigarette. Then he rummaged around in his jacket and handed me a silver flask.

"Here! ...Drink this!” I took it and unscrewed it.

"What's that?" He pulled on his fag and blew the smoke away from me.

"Whiskey!" I took a sip and held it out to him. He drank from it too, screwed it back on and slipped the flask into the inside pocket.

We had pushed the masks onto our foreheads and there we sat in the cool nig