Primo was. Would I do that? Fuck you, Zerbrowski. The mattress and box springs sat on the floor, covered in new, bloodred sheets. My only company was a semi truck pulling some all-night load across the country off in the distance.
He smiled and his face softened. I don't do furry. I could taste his life underneath his skin, taste it, and know that it was mine, mine if I wanted it. His eyes had darkened like sky before a storm.
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