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He opens the door quietly, reaching to turn on the lamp by the bed, revealing a tidy flat and a kitten in exhausted slumber wrapped around a furry mouse. Alex follows Indigo inside and locks the door behind them, then reaches to press his key into Indigo's palm ( Read more... ) -
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There's a soft glow from a lamp in the corner that he's left on for the cat, but it's enough to show an oddly tidy flat. Made bed. Sink with no dishes and corner with no laundry. Alex has been restless and lonely and productive ( Read more... ) -
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The club's as neon-bright as always, filled with pretty boys, moving bodies, thumping music. The doorway brings them through the back and Alex gives the hulking man at the door a grin. And a shimmy of his backside, with a backward glance ( Read more... ) -
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I tried. Tried to go home. Tried to do what they wanted, be who they wanted, but it's too little, too late. My mother's gone, and so is Roxanne, and there's nothing left between me and my father. He blames me for their deaths, and it's probably better that way.
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Sometimes I wish I could go back to being who I was. When my mother loved me and my father didn't think I was a pain. When my grandmama would sing to me and I'd help her bake biscuits, and my little sister ate all the chocolate bits before we could mix them in.
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