So. I had a “boyfriend” for, what, about ten days?
I’d felt drafted into it anyway. The sex was voluntary, but the other trappings of some stupid gay relationship, such as insisting on sharing the cigarette I’m currently smoking or drinking off the beer I’m working on or wearing my hoody (well, actually I found that hot) or holding my hand while sitting on the benches outside the railway station, all that other shit — most of it . . .
Omlouváme se, ale tento obsah je vyhrazen pouze pro platící předplatitele.
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