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[icumblood]

Yesterday I read fervently as my fiance toiled at his job as the kitchen manager of the night shift at ryan's steakhouse - a respectable iowan establishment at which I could never bring myself to eat. Upon his return to our humble apartment, he found me splayed on the bed, true crimes novels I'd reread for at least the tenth time each haloing me,

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[kylecassidy]

totally missed you