"COLTON! Dude, I'm good, but I'm not God. We still need to fill out the--"
He looked around, staring at the distinct difference in where he was from where he'd been. After all, he'd been at work, hunting down his ne'er-do-his-damn-paperwork boyfriend who was probably necking in the closet with their ne'er-do-hers-either girlfriend. Which, you
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