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“Come on,” he said.
“Let’s do the Ritz.”
Crowley had not bothered to look.
In his world, table reservations
were things that happened to other
people.
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i never seem to run out of tenderness for you and because i need to feel you near. excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow. what i mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way, i am never empty of you; not for a moment, and instant, a single second.
Had Moses seen how my friend’s face blushes when he is drunk, and his beautiful curls and wonderful hands, he would have not written in his Torah: do not lie with a man.