I said sometimes. Other times, I would eat morale for breakfast.
[.....It feels comfortable, like this. How very odd. Perhaps he really is that desperate. The warmth and carress of a lover would not be defined as this, but it feels like the ghost of it. Their bodies, intertwined.]
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[.....It feels comfortable, like this. How very odd. Perhaps he really is that desperate. The warmth and carress of a lover would not be defined as this, but it feels like the ghost of it. Their bodies, intertwined.]
[He presses his lips against the man's forehead.]
I could eat people up and leave no crumbs.