第12部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

　walk　to　purge　his　mind　of　the　mental　images　of　those　two　thick…necked　wrestler　types　in

unimaginable　poses。　Not　that　he　had　any　kind　of　problem　with　gay　people；　of　course。They？re　here；

they？re　queer；　it？s　awesome。　But　there　were　some　things　that　people　just　weren？t　meant　to　do　with

their　bodies。　Like　running。　And　yoga。　And　。　。　。　whatever　it　was　you　called　the　thing　he　had　just

seen　depicted　in　that　book。

Yoga。　He？d　had　a　brush　with　that　stuff？that　was　the　closest　he？d　e　to　contorting　his　body　into

a　shape　resembling　what　the　guys　in　the　book　were　doing；　and　he　was　not　eager　to　get　into　that

particular　position　again　anytime　soon。　The　only　reason　he？d　bothered　with　yoga　in　the　first　place

had　been　for　a　girl。　He？d　been　so　crazed　over　Bree　he？d　experimented　with　all　kinds　of　insane

things：　yoga；　running；　organic　fruit　juice。　Maybe　the　same　thing　was　happening　with　Greg？　He？d

never　really　met　anyone　who　loved　books　as　much　as　he　did。　Maybe　he　was　just　getting

everything　all　mixed　up？　Maybe　it　was　just　like　his　dad　had　said　and　he　was　just　transferring　his

passion　for　books　onto　their　friendship？

Yup？like　quasi…gay　father；　like　quasi…gay　son。

Dodging　the　summer　tourist　sidewalk　traffic；　Dan　stubbed　out　his　cigarette　and　stuffed　his　hands

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