The warmth was more like a carbon-monoxide leak than anything else; you hardly even noticed the temperature until you caught a bead of sweat and thought maybe you were slowly being suffocated, and maybe you should get out of the house. I was lying on my floor, my forehead casually brushing itself against the bottom of my night stand, as if my Aryan
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i am gonna read your manuscript soon, i have just been incredibly busy with lambriola papers and sexual favors, etc, etc.
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