Last night with Marius

I’m posting; he’s listening to Internet radio. Same shit, different day. Although we cuddled a bit earlier, at his instigation, he’s not treating this day any differently than he does any other. That is, a casual observer could never tell we were lovers.

His flight is booked and he’s leaving for the airport tomorrow at 9. I was out for a good part of the day, but when I came back, Bryan told me that Marius . . .

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