To pick up where we left off….
Huub and I had just started this messy, half-disconnected adventure, hookups threaded through long, cerebral coffees, getting kissy in the back alley by my shabby garage apartment, pretending friendship could hold all that heat.
(This story is about to get much wilder, like, one of the wildest stories you’ve ever heard) but for the sake of protecting those involved, I’m going to paywall this next part of the story.
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