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"Who is the person, Eloise? Do I know him?"
"Maybe. He works in an art gallery in town. He used to dance a lot in the clubs. I dated him for a while but it didn't work out. We're still friends, though."
As I drove home, I thought about to whom Eloise was referring. My limp dick twitched a bit but it was dead for the night. My brain was in overdrive. Who was Eloise's friend? I hit my bed and fell out, my head filled with fantasies about next week.
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Anonymous11 months agoStarted okay but went downhill fast. Became just a lot of trash at the end. Kind of just got stupid and ugly there.
