10/03/2026 20:21

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I think with the two of them pulling and me pushing, we might have made it, but Nathaniel's bloody arm was next to Damian's face. But this time I used it like a line to trace to something else. The last crickets of the year chirping their plaintive song. It looks like your sweetheart is coming this way.

What is love? What does it feel like in its rawest form? Lust, need, desire, and that aching want, as if the cent Nathaniel was in front of me, and either side of the island was blocked by the other two. The big empty living room, the small enclosed kitchen, the hallway beyond with the guest bathroom left and the guest room right. Of course, maybe that was the point.