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Itssa Gay Time Machine
Blood leaked from his face. The fragments of the metal plate lodge in his face. “Wallace! Wallace, can you hear me!” Everything was distant. Blurred. Wallace Malcom Jean pressed his palm into his side, right over his rib cage. His wound throbbing as if it had its own pulse. Wallace blinked several times, the clarity…
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Looking Dapper
Mya sat outside the dressing room, waiting for Huston to step out. Mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, she liked a few pictures here and there before she heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, Mya took in Huston as she leans against the door frame. “You like?” Huston asked. Pushing off the wall, Huston stepped out…