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\"When a boy walks into your room,  naked except for a shadow, and lays down next to your crying, trembling teenage body, you cannot help but fall in love.\" In a round the room the color of moss, on a sofa of well-treated leather (I often complain to him about that, about all the cows that had to die so I coulfd sit comfortably and talk to him) I let myself lie back and thought of the way to tell him this. He\'d seen it all before, he knew me better than anyone else, but I needed to tell someone. It was something about coming clean, putting it all out in the open, that motivated me. Some of my friends knew little bits, they\'d met Brian, or