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You’re fucked!

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Like pieces of a puzzle.

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Brokeback Burger

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It’s more brutal. Brutally comforting. Or brutally sorrowful.

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I Can Give It All

Twas a dark and stormy Thursday. Or maybe it was just the smog. “Are you an actor?” He asked. “No,” I replied a bit dryly. “You could be,” he assured me—“you have that look.” “No, I don’t,” I said. “No. No, I guess not,” he replied as though he had been caught. 

Then he put a few drinks in me and asked to put something else in me. He was disappointed to learn I’m not a first-date-fuck kind of guy. Then I made a slightly emasculating joke, relating the unobtrusive music to his unobtrusive bulge…which was quickly rectified, as I recall, becoming fully obtrusive. 

We kissed for a while before he told me I should probably leave. I had tentative plans later, and I was probably being a little bit of a tease anyway. 

That’s how these things go. That’s just how these things go.

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How I feel when my phone rings, and I see it’s your number.

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Top or bottom?

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I stare at the empty side of the bed. It’s one of the loneliest sights I’ve ever seen.”

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At some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life.