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baskervielle:

_{As Dante and I lay on our backs in the bed of my pickup and gazed out at the summer stars, I was free. Imagine that. Aristotle Mendoza, a free man. I wasn’t afraid anymore. I thought of that look on my mother’s face when I’d told her I was ashamed. I thought of that look of love and compassion that she wore as she looked at me. “Ashamed? Of loving Dante?” I took Dante’s hand and held it. How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana? | Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe}