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It's been a few months - and at first it had been fine, more than fine, it had been great. Life had been great. The job was great, he had his shit together - no more partying and the like. There was a part of him that felt it was too great, especially in those brief weeks before it all started to crumble. There was a part of him that felt as if he ( Read more... ) -
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Bow in hand, maple between the knees, and he thinks, not for the first time, that this may be the most successful relationship he’s ever had, and that it is and remains unrivalled for the most significant.
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Last Meme.
1) Full Name:
Gabriel John Bryan
2) Male/Female:
Male. Unequivocably.
3) Were you named after anyone?
An archangel - my mother had a brief religious phase.
4) Does your name mean anything?
Hero of God.
5) Nick Name(s):
Gabe. Occasionally Gabby.
6) Who do you think you look like:
Oh come on. I’m a dead ringer for James Bond.
7) Date Of Birth:
Dec 31
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A - Age: 32
B - Bed size: Single. Yes. Really.
C - Chore you hate: I can’t say there’s one I like.
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The vibration of his phone, that strange hum of a sound that he imagines is like a robotic whale’s siren call (he visualises sounds, he always has, he can picture them as clearly as a tangible object in the room, and sounds always, to him, take on an embodied quality) stretches through his subconscious and into his dream. He’s dreaming about the ( Read more... ) -
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It's been a long night, he worked from the late afternoon until well after one, been bought a couple of drinks by a guy who'd been hanging around (nice suit, expensive watch - Gabe still smells a little of his aftershave) and taken his number with no real intention to call. If it had been another night maybe he'd have just gone home with him but as ( Read more... )