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log cinq
Joshua's fingers were cold. He was shirtless, wearing only a thin pair of boxers, and it was so cold down in the basement. Beyond the thick bars sat Bartholomew, wrapped up in a thigh-length autumn jacket, snapping gum ( Read more... ) -
log quatre
His car idled in Jennifer's driveway, and he took brave steps up to her door, knocking loudly on the wooden frame. It was now or never ( Read more... ) -
log tres
Joshua felt bad ( Read more... ) -
LOG DOS
It was another one of those moments: those moments where Joshua was reminded just how popular he really was, just how easily seduction (see also: flamboyantly throwing himself at pretty women) came to him, and over all, he remembered just how much he loved money ( Read more... ) -
log UNO
Joshua called down to his parents, alerting them that Lo would be stopping over sooner than later, and retrieved some beer from his mini-fridge. In a few minutes, the vampire would appear at his bedroom doors, toting whatever the fuck he decided to bring, as well as the nachos/tacos/chips/junk food that his mom sent up with his friend. So no need ( Read more... )