I’d been wondering what George was in his late 20s when introduced to me by Daniel, my live-in Roma "boyfriend" whom I had during my first six months in... was going to do once we had some time alone. I didn’t have long to wait.
His girlfriend had gone home early yesterday morning leaving him sleeping in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I was sitting in my red, bent-plywood chair reading Dave Eggers’ You Shall Know Our Velocity! #AffiliateLink (Damn! I didn’t . . .
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