I ended up sharing a house with my cousin down in New Orleans. I didn’t want to leave the country, to spend too many hours cramped on a plane, so that’s where I picked. And that’s where he died.
I want to fuck this guy, Jeremy.
“Jonas!” she hissed as a smile of yellowed teeth broke out across her face. “Do you have it?”
About a month ago, the texts started pouring in, telling me that I had a twin walking around Long Island. A girl that looked just like me, down to the floral tattoos across my arms.
We all search for love. From the moment we are born, we search. It is the greatest gift we have to give, and the only single gift we ever truly want and need.
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“Don’t talk about them…the talk will attract their attention…”
When I looked in his eyes, I saw nothingness. Black dots. Like his soul had abandoned his body.
It was a crime of convenience. Actually, it wasn’t even a crime because I didn’t pull the trigger. Becca pulled the trigger on herself.
Eventually she became more comfortable with him watching and she started to lose herself in her pleasure, gently moaning with her own touch.