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Sexyboyboy15 > Doesn't mean anything. It's just chat! Lucy2000smile > Wa'dya mean? Sexyboyboy15 > Nothing will come of it. Sexyboyboy15 > It's just chat. Sexyboyboy15 > U know! Can confessional truth be seen as truth? Is truth a constant in time or is there a does it have a sell-by-date, a display until date, use-by date? At the time it was true.    Once rumbled this honesty was his hook. She liked it. The lying and then the subsequent confession.    He was thirty-nine. She was twelve. At first he said that he was fifteen. At first she said she was fifteen.    He had looked a little gross on the photo he'd eventually emailed to her. But he talked with honesty, like someone that had been hurt. She might have only been twelve but she knew what hurt sounded like. She's seen it when her father had moved out of the family home. She was nine at the time. Her sister, Missy, hadn't seen that, she was twenty at the time and already living with Eddie. Missy had never learnt how bad that tone made you feel.    Sexyboyboy15 had told Lucy2000smile that he lived in the big city. It wasn't a lie and thoughts of the big city excited her. When she asked to meet him. To visit him. He just said “No” and immediately went offline.    Sexyboyboy15 was never seen again on Yahoo Chat. Emails never returned. This incident stuck with Lucy Smile. Opened up painful secrets. Every so often it would work its way to the surface in a hurtful dream-like way. Through her first back-of-the-car, when she was fifteen, first prom, first underage bar at eighteen, overage bar, university romance.    Then partway through her twenties the episode finally found peace, when she realised that boys and men were only, for the most part, just chat, like sell-by dates for the truth.

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