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Even When I Lose My Head
The cloudless sky was a blue blanket with millions of tiny holes. The wind was a soft caress, ruffling the leaves on the ground. Lying on a blanket, amongst the leaves, Michael Jones looked up at the sky, attempting to count each and every twinkling speck. On his chest, Michael’s husband, Darius twisted…
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Party Ready
Timothy Walter fussed with his white v-neck, tugging at the neckline. When he’d brought the shirt a few days ago it fit like a glove. But now the breathable, cotton material was suffocating him; He hadn’t even washed the damn thing yet. His heart pounded like drums at a luau, sweat coated his palms, and…