Holy cow! What a story you have started! I am mesmerized by it all....
Can't wait to read the next chapter.....
Can't wait to read the next chapter.....
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Biology Boy (Based On A True Story)
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Thank you so much for these great comments. I really do enjoy writing these chapters, and the story which revolves around a man I know, is truely inspiring. Working on the chapter 5 right now.
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Chapter 5
5 years passed.
Five years passd since I saw the boy that changed my life. The first couple of years were excrutiatingly painful. I tried everything I could think of to track him down. Accessing his information at university was impossible since it deletes records of students who don't attend more than one semester.
He told AcidicJump his name was Smith and his landlord, that his name was john. So I tried John Smith, but nothing was found. I even kept checking online jail websites to check if there have been any new arrests.
Unfortunately the search was hopeless, so I gave up. I still got occasional visits from him in my dreams, but other than that, he was long gone.
So I moved on. Dated a handful of men.
Brandon, the sweet human rights activists with a tiny penis.
Timmy, the tattoo artist sex addict from Chicago who wanted nothing other than two quickies a day, and I was fine with that until he wanted to take a crap on my face.
Sammy, a conceited and arrogant bitch, but a fireball in bed and had connections with hollywood executives. Meryl Streep anyone?
Marlon, African American cutie with OCD which made him take seven showers a day. None of which I could join in on.
Oh, and the most interesting guy, Kiki! Russian ex drug addict model, who cheated on his boyfriends with men they're related to for fun. I only found out when my brother, who happens to be the only one in the family who knows I'm gay, told me Kiki grabbed his package.
Had one night stands with a tonne of others...
White boys, black boys, Asian boys, Arab boys, thin boys, fat boys, straight boys, married boys, trannies, even girls!
Yes I did it all, and I had all the bathhouses, bars, and online dating sites in America to help me, but nobody gave me the fireworks that boy gave me. Nobody made me want to cry because I never thought I could be this vulnerable with someone like he did.
I thought it was over for me, until I met Steven.
Steven was also a Marine Biology graduate just like me. He wasn't the best looking guy around, but he was charismatic, confident, and had the cutest smile in the world. His short black hair complimented his dark brown eyes which fell on top of rosy cheeks and big red lips. He was a little overweight. His stomach was a little "pouchy," but he had big muscly arms and legs to die for, giving him a very buisness man fetishy allure going for him. He made me smile, and I needed that.
Steven and I moved to California a year after we graduated, and worked at the same medical experimentation lab. We were happy, until I went home and my world came crashing down.
On Christmas, I decided to visit my parents. My mother had planned a huge gathering which was attended by all five of my uncles and aunts, their children and a few of our neighbours. It was snowing, the house was decorated beautifully and the christmas spirit was at maximum level.
That night was special. My sister announced she was pregnant, and my other sister was home which rarely happened since she was always so busy with her job in China, and the entire family was eating and laughing, and it was just the best christmas anyone could have.
Then I realised how alone I really felt, this biology boy thing had left me so disconnected. I hadn't thought of him lately, but now that I was back close to where I met him. It hit me. I never really got over him, I just got away from him. The curiosity of where he was had been my burden for a while. It's something I carried around all by myself.
Why though?
I barely know him? Was it fate? Is it true we only get one chance at love? Was he it? Maybe I just needed closure?
Pointless it would be for me to visit the woods for the millionth time, especially in this weather, but I did.
I drove myself back to where we spoke for the first time and where I saw him last.
It all looked the same, wasn't very snowy. Most of the snow was on the trees. Suddenly I noticed something. Right under the snow covered branch were a bunch of cigarrette packs. Red, probably Davidoff. Just like the ones he used to smoke.
Picking them up I noticed they were plastered shut. Could it be?
With shaky fingers, I started to rip the the pack open. It was so tightly shut, and not being able to keep my hands still made it harder, but it when I finally opened one of them, I found a note!
"This is my number incase you were looking......"
5 years passed.
Five years passd since I saw the boy that changed my life. The first couple of years were excrutiatingly painful. I tried everything I could think of to track him down. Accessing his information at university was impossible since it deletes records of students who don't attend more than one semester.
He told AcidicJump his name was Smith and his landlord, that his name was john. So I tried John Smith, but nothing was found. I even kept checking online jail websites to check if there have been any new arrests.
Unfortunately the search was hopeless, so I gave up. I still got occasional visits from him in my dreams, but other than that, he was long gone.
So I moved on. Dated a handful of men.
Brandon, the sweet human rights activists with a tiny penis.
Timmy, the tattoo artist sex addict from Chicago who wanted nothing other than two quickies a day, and I was fine with that until he wanted to take a crap on my face.
Sammy, a conceited and arrogant bitch, but a fireball in bed and had connections with hollywood executives. Meryl Streep anyone?
Marlon, African American cutie with OCD which made him take seven showers a day. None of which I could join in on.
Oh, and the most interesting guy, Kiki! Russian ex drug addict model, who cheated on his boyfriends with men they're related to for fun. I only found out when my brother, who happens to be the only one in the family who knows I'm gay, told me Kiki grabbed his package.
Had one night stands with a tonne of others...
White boys, black boys, Asian boys, Arab boys, thin boys, fat boys, straight boys, married boys, trannies, even girls!
Yes I did it all, and I had all the bathhouses, bars, and online dating sites in America to help me, but nobody gave me the fireworks that boy gave me. Nobody made me want to cry because I never thought I could be this vulnerable with someone like he did.
I thought it was over for me, until I met Steven.
Steven was also a Marine Biology graduate just like me. He wasn't the best looking guy around, but he was charismatic, confident, and had the cutest smile in the world. His short black hair complimented his dark brown eyes which fell on top of rosy cheeks and big red lips. He was a little overweight. His stomach was a little "pouchy," but he had big muscly arms and legs to die for, giving him a very buisness man fetishy allure going for him. He made me smile, and I needed that.
Steven and I moved to California a year after we graduated, and worked at the same medical experimentation lab. We were happy, until I went home and my world came crashing down.
On Christmas, I decided to visit my parents. My mother had planned a huge gathering which was attended by all five of my uncles and aunts, their children and a few of our neighbours. It was snowing, the house was decorated beautifully and the christmas spirit was at maximum level.
That night was special. My sister announced she was pregnant, and my other sister was home which rarely happened since she was always so busy with her job in China, and the entire family was eating and laughing, and it was just the best christmas anyone could have.
Then I realised how alone I really felt, this biology boy thing had left me so disconnected. I hadn't thought of him lately, but now that I was back close to where I met him. It hit me. I never really got over him, I just got away from him. The curiosity of where he was had been my burden for a while. It's something I carried around all by myself.
Why though?
I barely know him? Was it fate? Is it true we only get one chance at love? Was he it? Maybe I just needed closure?
Pointless it would be for me to visit the woods for the millionth time, especially in this weather, but I did.
I drove myself back to where we spoke for the first time and where I saw him last.
It all looked the same, wasn't very snowy. Most of the snow was on the trees. Suddenly I noticed something. Right under the snow covered branch were a bunch of cigarrette packs. Red, probably Davidoff. Just like the ones he used to smoke.
Picking them up I noticed they were plastered shut. Could it be?
With shaky fingers, I started to rip the the pack open. It was so tightly shut, and not being able to keep my hands still made it harder, but it when I finally opened one of them, I found a note!
"This is my number incase you were looking......"
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WOW! I can't wait to find out where you're taking us! 
Yeah! I'm hooked!
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vampsrock1992
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Caint Wait For More So Addicted To This Story.
Such a great story...Keep it up!
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I now crown you "Cliffhanger King of JUB", Shattereddreams. You have some competition, however the last couple of yours have been tops.....lol Please don't tell me that the number is now disconnected or some horrible thing like that. The story gets more and more intriguing so, with all the others, I will wait with bated breath for the next chapter.
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Chapter 6
"Hello, is anybody there," the voice echoed in my ear like a scream near a mountain.
It wasn't his voice though. Pull your self together and finish the call.
"Um, hi, are you the owner of this phone number?"
"Yeah, who is this?"
It wasn't his voice! Maybe he sold it? Lost it? Got rid of it?
"Oh, well, do you know anything about the previous owner, if there was one?"
"Are you a friend of Jake's?"
JAKE?!
"JAKE?!" I yelled.
That must be him!
"Yes!" Okay too loud.
"Um, yeah, yeah, exactly. Is Jake around?"
"Nah, he's at work, I'll let him know you called though. Who are you again?"
"Just tell him I found the Davidoffs, he'll know what it's about."
"Alright."
"Wait!" But before I can ask whoever answered who he was, he hung up.
You know that feeling you get when your waiting for something really important and life changing? Like your SAT scores, your job application acceptance, the winner of American Idol this year. Yes, double that feeling plus angst and nerve wrack, add a little resentment, a sprinkle of anger and a dash of depression, and voila, you know how I felt.
Six hours which felt like six years later, I recieved a text " Meet me in my old appartment tommorow at 3 if you can"
Okay, you disappear for five years, then send me some random message and expect me to show up like I'm some kind of...oh who am I kidding? Ofcource I'm going.
So, the next morning, after staying up all night tossing and turning, I grabbed my shit, and by my shit I mean my Kelly albums again, and headed off to the place where we ounce made love in the moonlight. Okay I'm sugar coating it. We had rough passionate sex until my ass started to bleed, but it was sweet.
Heart beating faster, vision starts to blur, hand is raised. I am there, I am ready to start knocking and I, I actually need to pee. One quick stop at the rest room and okay, I am there, heart beat and numbing nerves yadda yadda, I start to knock.
The moment, the door opened and he was standing right infront of me looking like an older hotter version of what he looked like 5 years ago, with that new shaved head and an eyebrow scar, I litterally exhaled with a tongue click.
His eyes widened. My mind went blank and his face lost color. I can't describe what happened exactly but it felt like time flew us right back to where we met years ago and all those emotions rushed back through my veins like a waterfall.
A good minute passed and neither of us had said anything. It was like paralysis. We just couldn't move. Then, he moved aside and gestured me to come in, still saying nothing.
In that moment I decided the wait was long enough, and I had no time for small talk, so here goes..
"Where were you?"
He closes his appartment door.
"In prison."
"oh."
"When did you get out?"
"It's a long story."
"I got time."
After taking a seat and listening to what he went through, It seemed he did alot better than me! The color of his eyes and the smell of his breath made it hard to concentrate but I pretty much got the story straight.
He went to the police, explained to them what happened and they sentenced him to two years with a chance of parole in one, since trying to escape the police is a felony even though he didn't do anything. Ounce he got out, he sold his story to reader's digest and used the money to open a small coffe shop ten minutes away from AcidJump. Left the ciggarette boxes in the woods hoping I'd find them around the same time I stopped going up there and moved on.
"Wow, that's just incredible"
I got up and sat on the stool next to his. Hoping we can get to the kissing cause I needed to feel those tender lips pressed against mine again.
He looked hesitant.
"Yeah, theres also one more thing."
"What's that?"
"I, umm, I met someone. Her name is Rachel, and we're engaged."
Suddenly Steven popped into my thoughts and "What the fuck am I doing here?"
"Hello, is anybody there," the voice echoed in my ear like a scream near a mountain.
It wasn't his voice though. Pull your self together and finish the call.
"Um, hi, are you the owner of this phone number?"
"Yeah, who is this?"
It wasn't his voice! Maybe he sold it? Lost it? Got rid of it?
"Oh, well, do you know anything about the previous owner, if there was one?"
"Are you a friend of Jake's?"
JAKE?!
"JAKE?!" I yelled.
That must be him!
"Yes!" Okay too loud.
"Um, yeah, yeah, exactly. Is Jake around?"
"Nah, he's at work, I'll let him know you called though. Who are you again?"
"Just tell him I found the Davidoffs, he'll know what it's about."
"Alright."
"Wait!" But before I can ask whoever answered who he was, he hung up.
You know that feeling you get when your waiting for something really important and life changing? Like your SAT scores, your job application acceptance, the winner of American Idol this year. Yes, double that feeling plus angst and nerve wrack, add a little resentment, a sprinkle of anger and a dash of depression, and voila, you know how I felt.
Six hours which felt like six years later, I recieved a text " Meet me in my old appartment tommorow at 3 if you can"
Okay, you disappear for five years, then send me some random message and expect me to show up like I'm some kind of...oh who am I kidding? Ofcource I'm going.
So, the next morning, after staying up all night tossing and turning, I grabbed my shit, and by my shit I mean my Kelly albums again, and headed off to the place where we ounce made love in the moonlight. Okay I'm sugar coating it. We had rough passionate sex until my ass started to bleed, but it was sweet.
Heart beating faster, vision starts to blur, hand is raised. I am there, I am ready to start knocking and I, I actually need to pee. One quick stop at the rest room and okay, I am there, heart beat and numbing nerves yadda yadda, I start to knock.
The moment, the door opened and he was standing right infront of me looking like an older hotter version of what he looked like 5 years ago, with that new shaved head and an eyebrow scar, I litterally exhaled with a tongue click.
His eyes widened. My mind went blank and his face lost color. I can't describe what happened exactly but it felt like time flew us right back to where we met years ago and all those emotions rushed back through my veins like a waterfall.
A good minute passed and neither of us had said anything. It was like paralysis. We just couldn't move. Then, he moved aside and gestured me to come in, still saying nothing.
In that moment I decided the wait was long enough, and I had no time for small talk, so here goes..
"Where were you?"
He closes his appartment door.
"In prison."
"oh."
"When did you get out?"
"It's a long story."
"I got time."
After taking a seat and listening to what he went through, It seemed he did alot better than me! The color of his eyes and the smell of his breath made it hard to concentrate but I pretty much got the story straight.
He went to the police, explained to them what happened and they sentenced him to two years with a chance of parole in one, since trying to escape the police is a felony even though he didn't do anything. Ounce he got out, he sold his story to reader's digest and used the money to open a small coffe shop ten minutes away from AcidJump. Left the ciggarette boxes in the woods hoping I'd find them around the same time I stopped going up there and moved on.
"Wow, that's just incredible"
I got up and sat on the stool next to his. Hoping we can get to the kissing cause I needed to feel those tender lips pressed against mine again.
He looked hesitant.
"Yeah, theres also one more thing."
"What's that?"
"I, umm, I met someone. Her name is Rachel, and we're engaged."
Suddenly Steven popped into my thoughts and "What the fuck am I doing here?"
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Thank you so much to craiger, ronboy, vampsrock 1992 and Kyanomal. I'm so happy you guys are enjoying this story. I could have kept it to myself but the fact that you guys like it inspires me to write more.
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Oh no... Rachel that lucky Bitch. I hope this story turns around in our guys favor. They need to be together.
What a great cliffhanger...
What a dilemma....
I don't know how I'd handle news like that.....
What a dilemma....
I don't know how I'd handle news like that.....
Craiger
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All I can say, Shattereddreams, is PLEASE don't wait too long for the next chapter. My heart sunk to such a low ebb I thought I might have to contact a Funeral Director....But then again, I guess I need more that that...and, who has a heart anyway........
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One good thing about cliffhangers is that they portend MORE! 
I kinda, sort of, have a "Biology Boy" in my own past. But, that's only one reason I'm so intrigued by this Very well told story!
Eagerly anticipating ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
I kinda, sort of, have a "Biology Boy" in my own past. But, that's only one reason I'm so intrigued by this Very well told story!
Eagerly anticipating ...
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
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Chapter 7
Rachel. How can I describe Rachel? She's beautiful. Has the whole dirty blonde, red lips, all American girl, Britney Spears look going for her. She's funny. I loved it when she discussed which of the Desperate Housewives had the most work done. She's intellectual. Editor in chief of Reader's Digest magazine, and most importantly, she has humongous tits.
She's perfect. Now how the fuck am I going to hate her?
Jake got to know her after she interviewed him for the article. An article which I found heartbreaking. Jake D's mother ran out on him and his older sister when he was seven, and he lost his abusive father to heroine ten years after that.
Explains the erratic behaviour pre-prison. Well, I'm glad that's all behind him now, but I'm fucking depressed he's getting married to someone that isn't me, but he looks so happy, and after all he's been through, he deserves to be happy.
But it still bothers me. He took my virginity. Yes, I know. It's shocking, but true. The day we had sex, was the first time I had sex, ever!!! But now he's having sex with her. Grinding on top of her. Breathing into her ear. Biting her neck. Pulling her hair. Fuck her. No, no she's so nice. Fuck him. No, no I think I love him. Okay, you know what. FUCK ME for getting myself into this predicament.
Sitting in AcidicJump, next to Steven, at his pre-wedding party felt awkward. I had just met the incredible Rachel, and had a long, long talk with her. Steven asked me how I knew Jake, and why his name never came up. Could I tell him that I only recently found that little piece of information out? No.
"Old friend," I said.
"He's cute I'll tell you that."
"Yeah, I know," I said in a tone that was too depressing for comfort.
Steven squints and gives me a "how come you didn't nudge me for calling another guy cute" look.
"What? It's true." Nervous laugh.
Jake danced around all his friends looking smilier than ever. Actually this is the first time I've ever seen him smile. When he danced with her, he'd sway, and something in his eyes lit up. Like, like he has all what he wants right infront of him.
I look at Steven and I think, I love you. But then I look at Jake and I think, God I love you.
Every now and then during the night, our eyes would meet for a second, and he'd look away. But everytime he did look at me, I'd turn to Steven and I felt this trill. For no apparent reason, paying more attention to Steven made me feel like I was making Jake jealous. I knew he was happy with Rachel, and I get he's engaged but the more I kissed Steven, the more Jake would look at me and give me this look of disappointment which, I know this is wrong, but it gave me this adrenaline rush. Like I was stirring his emotions, and it felt good. Wether this new found jealousy was just in my head was yet to be decided.
After Steven and I took on the dancefloor, things really started to heat up. I mean we all know no one can compete with gays when it's dancing in a club. It's like our thing. A mini, might be non existant, competition broke out on the dancefloor. Who danced with their lover harder, me or Jake? Who kissed more, who hugged more and every twenty seconds we'd look at each other and communicate the sentence " IT IS SO ON!" with our eyes.
Finally, he picked her off the ground and kissed her so passionately that my mouth filled with saliva.
That's it, I'm out of here.
Rushing out, I left Steven on the dancefloor. He was pretty much wasted and didn't even try to follow me, but Jake did. Yep, he noticed me heading towards the door, and he ran after me.
Outside.
"Wait!"
I kept walking.
"Hold on a second!"
Still ignoring.
He caught up to me, grabbed my arm and twirled me around.
"What?" I say.
"What is wrong with you?" He yells and breathes heavily.
"Me? What's wrong with you?!"
"What the hell did I do? I invited you to my party and wedding!"
"Exactly." My eyes start to water.
He notices.
"What's wrong?" He said an extremely sympathetic tone.
"I can't keep up with you. One minute your here and the next minute your there,it's so exhausting. I just want to move on. I'm so sick of all this."
Tears roll down my face.
He wipes them away. The edge of his hand brushes against my lower lip.
"Don't cry."
"Do you not remember? Our night together?"
He looks around and then back at me with his hand still on my face.
"Ofcource I do."
"Do you love me?" I ask staring him right in the eyes, but then..
"What the hell is this?"
Oh no! It's Steven.
Rachel. How can I describe Rachel? She's beautiful. Has the whole dirty blonde, red lips, all American girl, Britney Spears look going for her. She's funny. I loved it when she discussed which of the Desperate Housewives had the most work done. She's intellectual. Editor in chief of Reader's Digest magazine, and most importantly, she has humongous tits.
She's perfect. Now how the fuck am I going to hate her?
Jake got to know her after she interviewed him for the article. An article which I found heartbreaking. Jake D's mother ran out on him and his older sister when he was seven, and he lost his abusive father to heroine ten years after that.
Explains the erratic behaviour pre-prison. Well, I'm glad that's all behind him now, but I'm fucking depressed he's getting married to someone that isn't me, but he looks so happy, and after all he's been through, he deserves to be happy.
But it still bothers me. He took my virginity. Yes, I know. It's shocking, but true. The day we had sex, was the first time I had sex, ever!!! But now he's having sex with her. Grinding on top of her. Breathing into her ear. Biting her neck. Pulling her hair. Fuck her. No, no she's so nice. Fuck him. No, no I think I love him. Okay, you know what. FUCK ME for getting myself into this predicament.
Sitting in AcidicJump, next to Steven, at his pre-wedding party felt awkward. I had just met the incredible Rachel, and had a long, long talk with her. Steven asked me how I knew Jake, and why his name never came up. Could I tell him that I only recently found that little piece of information out? No.
"Old friend," I said.
"He's cute I'll tell you that."
"Yeah, I know," I said in a tone that was too depressing for comfort.
Steven squints and gives me a "how come you didn't nudge me for calling another guy cute" look.
"What? It's true." Nervous laugh.
Jake danced around all his friends looking smilier than ever. Actually this is the first time I've ever seen him smile. When he danced with her, he'd sway, and something in his eyes lit up. Like, like he has all what he wants right infront of him.
I look at Steven and I think, I love you. But then I look at Jake and I think, God I love you.
Every now and then during the night, our eyes would meet for a second, and he'd look away. But everytime he did look at me, I'd turn to Steven and I felt this trill. For no apparent reason, paying more attention to Steven made me feel like I was making Jake jealous. I knew he was happy with Rachel, and I get he's engaged but the more I kissed Steven, the more Jake would look at me and give me this look of disappointment which, I know this is wrong, but it gave me this adrenaline rush. Like I was stirring his emotions, and it felt good. Wether this new found jealousy was just in my head was yet to be decided.
After Steven and I took on the dancefloor, things really started to heat up. I mean we all know no one can compete with gays when it's dancing in a club. It's like our thing. A mini, might be non existant, competition broke out on the dancefloor. Who danced with their lover harder, me or Jake? Who kissed more, who hugged more and every twenty seconds we'd look at each other and communicate the sentence " IT IS SO ON!" with our eyes.
Finally, he picked her off the ground and kissed her so passionately that my mouth filled with saliva.
That's it, I'm out of here.
Rushing out, I left Steven on the dancefloor. He was pretty much wasted and didn't even try to follow me, but Jake did. Yep, he noticed me heading towards the door, and he ran after me.
Outside.
"Wait!"
I kept walking.
"Hold on a second!"
Still ignoring.
He caught up to me, grabbed my arm and twirled me around.
"What?" I say.
"What is wrong with you?" He yells and breathes heavily.
"Me? What's wrong with you?!"
"What the hell did I do? I invited you to my party and wedding!"
"Exactly." My eyes start to water.
He notices.
"What's wrong?" He said an extremely sympathetic tone.
"I can't keep up with you. One minute your here and the next minute your there,it's so exhausting. I just want to move on. I'm so sick of all this."
Tears roll down my face.
He wipes them away. The edge of his hand brushes against my lower lip.
"Don't cry."
"Do you not remember? Our night together?"
He looks around and then back at me with his hand still on my face.
"Ofcource I do."
"Do you love me?" I ask staring him right in the eyes, but then..
"What the hell is this?"
Oh no! It's Steven.
Oh man, what a predicament!
Great chapter!
Great chapter!
vampsrock1992
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Great chapter I soooo caint wait for the next chapter of this. I caint imagine the kind of hell our guy is in. I know i couldnt have even went to the wedding party
Craiger
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Wow, with Steven now appearing I hope he doesn't end up with completely shattered dreams. He may lose both. What a joyful chapter, at least for Jake and Rachel, but a sad and depressing one for our hero. Which reminds me, we know all the names now except our narrator's. Sneak in a name next chapter.....lol
Craiger
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