His skin was white, a creamy alabaster tone that made one suspect him a vampire. His chest and legs were blemished by quiet pockmarked scars, from where he had chicken pox as a child. His mom told him to stop itching. He didn’t listen. He never listened. His hands were smooth and soft, and warm. He was always the one to turn to. Always a shoulder
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WHen you told me this,
LowLevelOwl054 (5:29:17 PM): Everything I do has flair, sam
LowLevelOwl054 (5:29:24 PM): Not gay flair, even, AWESOME flair.
, i thought you were joking, untill i read this. PLease continue the story.
-Black Sam
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