Forest Of Feelings

The thing about forgotten memories is that they leave us uneasy because we are forced to live with an impression of them constantly. Every so often these memories find themselves creeping up on us bearing feelings that we don’t quite seem to understand or place. So we are left to feel what we might have…

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Pretty boy

I inhaled a puff of smoke that had been blown in my direction like someone in need of instruction and comfort. We had been sitting by the fire for what seemed to be more than two hours. Jamie had invited me to join him in his quest for his manhood. The thick smoke attached itself…

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