Two gym rats, blonde and brunette
Two cute women, one for whom I long, one for whom I don’t.
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Two cute women, one for whom I long, one for whom I don’t.
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Fourteen years since climbing out of the wreckage, and I’ve never felt more alive—despite the limp, the pain, the aging. Death is a constant companion, sure, but so is desire, vitality, absurd good fortune, and the bittersweet weight of knowing I’m right at the peak.
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