sex without bodies: I complain at him about how the air is crisp already and I feel the...:
I complain at him about how the air is crisp already and I feel the distant but steady creep of autumn sneaking up on me. I dread it, despite autumn being my favourite season.
"The days are so rainy," I complain. "There’s no light."
"But you are my light," he says.
He had a rough weekend and…
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