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I woke the next morning, naked and cold. The bones in my hips felt oddly angular, my elbows, razor-sharp. The room smelled strongly of you and the odor of our bodies formed a lingering smog that coated the pock-marked walls. 160 more words


Creepin' on the Low, But Caught Up

Picture it, Sicily 1922. No, just kidding; but if you got that reference, you and I are good friends

(in my head) and you should definitely keep reading. 382 more words

At The Club