Kiss of Death by Dominick May In the darkness, I could hear the faint beep of some machine. As I laid there, for I knew I was laying down. A fog slid over my thoughts. Suddenly there was speaking, and my throat was hurting. “Does he have any family, that we can contact. ”Continue reading “A Fortnight of Lust: Day 6”
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