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The Most Painful Morning on the Beach
Mar. 2nd, 2022 08:44 pmBurning. Pain. His body breaking down to dust as the sun rose. Dorian's arms around him. Dorian's lips against his. His last uttered words.
"Look, I got to say-- thank you, and I love you, Dorian Gray."
And then... nothing.
...or so I thought.
( Death is a strange thing when you can't remember it. )
"Look, I got to say-- thank you, and I love you, Dorian Gray."
And then... nothing.
...or so I thought.
( Death is a strange thing when you can't remember it. )
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