![]() ![]() He took two stolen Snickers bars out of his shorts pocket. ‘Hey check it out,’ Marc said when we got outside. ![]() He looked down at the pictures in his history book, then up at us. The manager eyed us suspiciously over his history book. We lacked livers, could consume only liquid sugar. Perfect size to support the energy needs of eighty-pound upright insects like ourselves. Expensive machines whirred, processing fructose, sunlight, and genuine alpine ice into twenty-ounce paper cups. The neon of intense sugars blazed within the store. There was a 7-Eleven on the corner of his block. ‘Man I could use a fucking Slurpee,’ I said. ‘She says every summer’ll get a little hotter and every winter’ll get a little warmer, until one day it’ll be summer all year round.’ ‘My mom says the world’s getting hotter,’ Marc said. I’d take the bus to Dempster and Marc would meet me, then we’d walk the couple miles to his house. So I started hanging out with Marc again. But by the time classes ended for the summer, I was sick of my school friends. For a while I kind of lost touch with him. When his parents split up, he and his mom moved to Skokie to be near family. Then I started the game over and blew him up again. I found him in the centre of a map in a computer game called Beyond Castle Wolfenstein. I discovered Hitler the summer I turned twelve. ![]()
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