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Damien took a deep breath and tried to keep his fraying courage together. He walked up to the beef of a doorman and hoped he didn’t look too nervous. “Um. Hi.”
“ID.” The man said. It wasn’t a question.
Goddamn, why was he so hot? So toned? So sexy in leather pants? Damien was already getting an erection just from the smell of the leather. Ughhhhh. Why did he wear slacks to a leather bar? He should have brought a change of clothes to work.

When Damien handed over his ID, he noticed the doorman only had one glove.
“Ah!” He shoved his hand into his denim jacket pocket. He’d found a glove coming out of the subway earlier. Why he kept it, Damien wasn’t so sure – but he loved anything with real leather and he liked imagining it belonging to a hunk. Would make good jerk off material at least. Damien never expected it belonged to an actual hunk.
“Is this your glove by any chance?”
The statue in front of him suddenly came to life. Dude actually smiled. “Oh hey! Hot damn, yeah I think it is! Where did you find it?”
“Coming out of the subway,” Damien stammered.
“Shit. I had them in my back pocket. A dear friend gave them to me. I was so upset I lost one on the way over.” The man exchanged Damien’s ID for the glove; he took it with a fond look and slid it on his hand. “Perfect. Thank you, man.”
The guard stuck the gloved hand out.
Damien shook it. The grip was dominant and thick. Goddamn that alone made the blood rush to his dick. “No-no problem. The leather’s a good look on you.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

The guard opened the door and stuck his head in. “Hey Liam, give this guy a drink on the house will ya? He found my glove.”
Damien blinked. No one had ever bought him a drink before! He blushed. “Thank you Sir.”

The man chuffed. “I like you. Get in there.”

Damien found himself thrust into the darkness of the bar. The odors of beer, leather, and musk washed over him. He exhaled. God he loved he scent of men. Liam was watching him at the bar. Damien walked over to a stool. There was a hot towheaded guy in black chaps and a harness next to him. Mmm harnesses.
“Mind if I sit here?” Damien asked.
The towheaded guy looked up from his phone. “Oh you’re a cute little otter aren’t you?”
Damien blushed. “What’s an otter?”
“Aww you little innocent gay boy.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a skinny bear,” Liam said. “My boy’s an otter.”
“I’m an otter?” Damien repeated. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Oh honey no,” the towhead said. “And that’s a good thing. Otters are rare in gay leather bars…more men that like them than there are otters…”
Damien’s eyes went wide. Was he being HIT on? What parallel universe had he waked into?
“Uh uh—”
“Do you want that drink?” Liam asked.

Damien thought. He looked at the glass in the towheaded guy’s hand. “Get him another of whatever he’s having. I’ll have a Blue Moon.”
“Ooo he’s buying me a drink. I like this otter. What’s your name?”
“Damien.”
Another hand shake. This one warm and soft. “James.”
Damien smiled. “Nice to meet you.”
James scooted the chair closer. “So you come here often…?”

As they began to chat, Damien began to wonder if that glove was magical. He also pondered if that guard outside was really a person, or some sort of spirit. When Damien and James left the bar together later, he was thoroughly surprised to see that the beefy dude was still there.

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Your pup has a habit of being way too social with strangers, so you had to secure him to the lockers in the gym while you went to exercise. You know exactly where he is, and that he’s not getting into trouble. You’re also pretty sure he’s getting lots of pets, scritches, and butt slaps, all of which he loves, so your boy enjoys your gym time and isn’t bored. Having a high-energy pup has been a challenge, but over-coming it together as a duo has improved your relationship.

Plus, your boy loves the reward of smelling your clothes when you’re off in the shower. Win/win.

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Caleb mulled this over in his head for the millionth time. This was either going to be a new beginning for his partner Hank, or Caleb was going to end up in a studio apartment with a new dog. One or the other. Caleb gave the puppy a scritch. “Either way, I’ll take care of you.”
The puppy licked his hand. It was hard to be logical with a face that cute.

Caleb also knew that getting pets as gifts was a bad idea, but he assured himself it wasn’t exactly impromptu. Hank had told him he wanted a dog one day. He still had a photo in their room of his childhood dog, T-bone. Their lives as a couple had been so turbulent lately. Going to the MIddle East had been a bad idea for a young man already stamping down trauma from sexual abuse in his teens. It had just made things so much worse when Hank came home. Caleb barely recognized him.

Hank tried though to get better, and Caleb still loved him even though he was broken. He wanted to help. Caleb wanted someone there when he had to work and Hank felt alone. Caleb had read another story of a man who had escaped depression with a pup. This had to work.

Caleb pulled in the driveway. He texted Hank. “You here right?”
A long moment passed. Caleb wondered if he’d been in the bathroom. 

“Yeah why?” Hank typed back.
“Good. I got a surprise for you.”
“Should I come out?” The response was a bit quicker this time.
“No I’ll come in.”
“???”

Caleb turned off the truck. “Alright, Eugena, ready to go meet your new Daddy?”
The puppy’s tail wagged. Caleb picked her up and she squirmed in his hands.
“Alright, Batgirl, hold still now.” Caleb got out of the cab and shoved his phone into his pocket. “Alright, alright.”

Caleb came in the house. “Hank?”
“Yeah?”
“Come here, I want you to meet someone.”
Caleb heard the footballs. Hank came around the corner from the kitchen and stopped. He stared at Caleb, and at Eugena, dumbfounded. “…You got a dog?” he whispered.
“I got you a dog,” Caleb corrected. He set the puppy down and pointed. “Go on, go say hi.”

Hank got down on a knee. “Come here, baby.”
Eugena was a smart girl. She bolted over and Hank scooped her up. “Hello! Aren’t you precious? Oh my god you are so precious. Aww yes, hi…” Hank leaned against the wall of the hallway, body folded around the small dog licking his face. “You are so precious… oh Caleb, I can’t believe this. She’s perfect!” Hank hugged her.

Caleb watched Hank’s shoulders hitch and he realized his partner was crying. Caleb found himself pushing tears of his own out of his eyes.
“She’s pretty cute,” Caleb said.
“I love her so much. Oh Caleb, thank you thank you. She’s so warm.”

Caleb sniffled. “I’m not sure you’ll be thanking me when you have to house break her, but …she should keep you company and give you structure when I’m here. She’ll keep you safe.”
“She’s perfect,” Hank repeated. “What’s her name?”
“Well, the shelter called her Eugena.”
“mmm. I think we can keep that for now. Oof, you sure do like giving kisses.” Hank looked at Caleb. “Thank you. More than you’ll ever know. I love you and appreciate you, and I am so glad you stick with me even when i suck.”
“You don’t suck. Your brain is making you think you suck. We’re gonna fix that.” Caleb smiled and went to go get tissues. He was feeling flushed with success. Caleb didn’t know that while he was gone, Hank was thinking of going into the garage and running the car. He was just thinking of ending everything. That’s why there’d been a long pause. Hank was on the way to the garage, when his phone dinged, and Hank made the decision to answer it.

In the weeks, and months, that followed, Hank began to feel he made the right choice by looking at his phone. It was a decision he dwelled on even years down the road, like when Eugena became the ring bearer at their wedding. Hank couldn’t fathom not being around for moments like this. I mean, you couldn’t believe how cute that dog was with a flower crown on. Oh, and Caleb was not bad looking in a suit either.

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“Are you serious? You put the milk in before the cereal?”
“Well, sort of. You just put the milk in, and keep adding handfuls of cereal until you’re done eating. It stays crunchy that way.”
“…How did I get all the way to marrying you without realizing this?”
“Well we don’t eat that much cereal, but I think cause you were too busy playing footise with my cock under the table.”
“Oh right… Still, though, bro. That cereal thing. We gotta fix that. Cereal before milk. It’s just how it goes.”
“Nope. Get on my level. Admit your inferiority.”
“Inferiority?? Why I have never been so offended in my life. Cereal before milk is a time honored tradition!”

He pauses. “Are we really doing this? Our first fight as a married couple is going to be over cereal?”
“Oh. Hm. Do you just want to skip to the make up sex?”
“Yeah ok, fine by me. Milk first though.”
“Did you say something under your breath there?”
“Hm? What? No nothing. Grab the lube, babe.”

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Jeff & Nate Approved! 🇺🇸👍🏻

Bite me!!,

“So I’ll pick up the cake for the party, and then you can pick up the wine mom loves and – …Jesus, Marty, what is that?”
“What’s what?” He asks, brow furrowed.
“This.” She points to his back. “Looks like an infectious disease. Is your tattoo infec… wait. Are those – bite marks??”
“Uuuuuhhh…”
“Dude, those are some serious marks.”
Marty rubs the back of his neck and turns red. “Um, my boyfriend is a little possessive?”
“Are you sure he’s not a werewolf?”
“Oh shut up sis. He’s not even hairy.”
“Ha! Well. Be careful, if he tries to eat you you may want to break up with him.”
“With how good he is in bed? I think not.”
“…I love you Marty, but I don’t want to picture you getting laid. Congrats on the sex though.”
“Thanks, Jen. I’m proud of myself too.”
“Just uh, don’t wear a tank top to mom and dad’s anniversary party ok?”
“Duly noted.”

[The day of the party]

Marty looks in the mirror and adjusts his shirt. He pauses, then gasps. “Oh fuck he gave me a hicky last night! Fuck!” He runs to his roommate’s room. “Harvey, honey, you need to cover this up.”
Harvey looks up from his issue of Cosmo. “Oh now you want to play with my make up. Everyone snobs a drag queen until they need one. MMhmm.”
“Pleaaaaaase? I’ll buy you dinner at that bougie Italian place you like.”
Harvey sighs in a dramatic way. “Fuck, you know I have a weakness for ravioli. Alright, alright. I’m only doing this cause it’s your parents. jock gays and your problems…”

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FOLLOWING BACK EVERYONE JUST ASK

Like all good gay boys, Tanner had a variety of underwear in his drawer for many occasions – jockstraps to show off the ass (or ya know exercise), boxer briefs for work, silk pairs for slacks (no hems show through!), and swim wear. But it was pretty rare that Tanner had an actual reason to go shopping for something new – until now. Tanner’s boyfriend was taking him to White Party. He still couldn’t believe he was actually going, and going with Jakob at that. Tanner forgot sometimes that Jakob made baller money. All Tanner had to do was pay for his own flight. He felt like Cinderella going to the ball.  

Before this, Jakob had been a fuck buddy for almost a year, and Tanner had been so proud of himself to have a male friend just for sex. Wasn’t it mature? Sophisticated even? How cool was he that he could fuck without strings or shame? Especially since in high school and college Tanner had been just so infatuated with any hot man with a working dick that paid attention to him. Jakob was a sign for Tanner he was growing up.

Tanner didn’t expect the fling would go on for a year, or that both started getting jealous of the time each spent with other men. They were monogamous for now, but it was flexible. It was open. Tanner was kind of glad, because he had heard what happened at White Party stayed there. Palm Springs was like the Vegas for gays anyway wasn’t it?

Whatever it was, there would be a LOT of gay men there. The infamous pool parties would be a buffet of dicks and butts, and Tanner had to look perfect. He had to stand out from every other white twink – of which there would be a thousand – and make Jakob stay interested. This meant Tanner had to be sexy and stylish by the pool, and regular wear wasn’t going to cut it.

Still, with so many gay men in one place, there was a problem of probability. If Tanner bought a common brand of swim wear, there was a strong chance someone else would be wearing it. The first few stores he went to, Tanner did notice the same items appearing over and over. So he shifted to boutiques and found more of what he was looking for. On the verge of burn out, Tanner walked into a store called Fresh in West Hollywood and found what he was looking for in five minutes flat.

They were perfect. White was bold, but black was sexy. The black-out patch over his cock drew attention to it but said – you can’t have it! The stripes on the back though invited you to look and made his ass look wider. They teased. They flaunted. Tanner took a pair to the fitting room.

He shimmied out of his clothes, put on a thong (for sanitation, you know), and pulled on the swimming briefs. He held his breath as the elastic fabric slid over his ass. Tanner stared in the mirror.

Yes!

Tanner let his head roll back as he sighed in relief. The fit was perfect. Meant for him. Tanner turned in a circle. Jakob would love these! Tanner didn’t even care that they were $60. He looked fucking hot.

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“So um…you seemed to be enjoying yourself today.”
“I did. I really did. I had a great day, actually. Matter of fact, most dates I spend with you go pretty well. You know, besides the last one.”
William winced. “Yeah that was a mistake.”
“But you’ve made up for it.”
“I have?”
“Yep. It was a litmus test too.”
William looked at John and wondered if doing that would always give him those butterflies. “A test for what?”
“To see how you handled stuff not going well. You apologized, admitted fault, told me what could be done better, and you improved on it. I respect that.”
William felt like someone had pulled all the wind of his chest. “Wow, t-thank you,” he stammered. “I just you know – didn’t want to lose the connections we’d made so far. I couldn’t reason with losing dating you because of that stupid decision.”
“Aww, that’s sweet. You like spending time with me Will?”
Will rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I do.”
John squeezed his shoulder. “I do too. And you know what?”
“What?”
“You’re getting laid tonight, because of your efforts to repair things.”
“What?” Will almost tripped over his feet. “I am??”
“You are. It’s all I can think about right now.”
Will thrust his elbow backwards. “Yesss!”
That made John laugh. “I don’t think anyone’s been so excited to sleep with me.”
“Hey, anytime a gay black dude wants to show me his dick is a reason for celebration.”
John burst out laughing. “Well that is one way to put it!”
“And it’s extra special cause it’s you.”
John shook his head. “You flatter me, Will.” John reached for Will’s hand and wrapped their fingers together. “I could get used to that.”
“Could? So there will be like…other dates?”
“I hope so,” John said in a soft, hopeful tone.
Will beamed back at him. “Would breakfast in my kitchen tomorrow count?”
“I do think it would. That sounds so nice. Oh, there’s the grocery store across the street… maybe we should uhhh pick up some uh, things, if you catch my drift?”
Will turned a little pink. “I think we should.”
“Yeah, bacon and eggs for sure. And once we have the breakfast items, THEN we go buy dildos and condoms.”
That made Will lose it. John was ridiculous sometimes. Will had been so nervous for this date, and John had both forgiven him and promised him sex. The butterflies in his stomach were doing the Olympics. And the guy had a sense of humor? Will hoped they last as a couple. Mostly though, he hoped he lasted during sex!

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Here comes The Sun.
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“Hi there, welcome to Sun Coffee. The usual?” Donovan chirped.
“Er. Er. Yes. You know my usual?”
“Chai with cinnamon, coconut milk. Medium.”
Evan flushed. “Yes. That’s it.”
Donovan rang him up. “$4.06.”
Evan passed over his card. “Here you go.” There was a moment of quiet as the card processed. “That uh, shirt looks good on you.”
Donovan smiled way too wide for a response. He could feel Katie’s gaze burning into the back of his neck. Yesterday’s conversation with the barista was still fresh on his mind:
“Another chai for our regular, Katie.”
“Ha, a regular? You know he wasn’t a regular before you got here.”
“What?”
“He only comes in on days you work. …What? You never noticed?”
Donovan stared at her until a customer rang the bell at the counter and made him jump.  

“Ok sign here.” Donovan turned the screen around. Evan signed. “All set. Number 18.”
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you.”
They looked at each-other. Donovan thought Evan was going to say something. Donovan raised an eyebrow. Evan turned pink again. Donovan thought it was pretty how the color showed up behind the freckles.
“Sorry. Nevermind.” Evan grabbed the metal sign with the 18 on it and went to his table. He looked defeated.

Donovan could hear Katie giggling behind him.
“Hush.”
“He’s SO cute, but so pitiful. I can’t stand it. If you don’t take him, I will.”
Donovan made a face. “…I don’t think it works like that.”
Katie shrugged and made the chai latte. “Just saying. I mean, we like the money he spends, but he’s gonna go broke here if he hasn’t already. Have some pity on the poor heart-sick bastard. Either ask him out or put him out of his misery.”
Donovan held his hands up. “Alright alright.”
“I’m serious. Do we have more coconut milk in the walk-in?”
“There should be one behind the almond milk.”
“Aha. Found it.”
“Mm.” Donovan had a thought. He was busy writing something when Katie tapped him on the shoulder a few minutes later. She handed Donovan the finished drink and shooed him out on the floor.

Evan looked Donovan’s way, and his eyes went huge. He looked down at his phone at once. The way he was maniacally scrolling through Facebook in a panic almost made Donovan laugh. Donovan set the napkin and drink down on the table in a careful way. “There we go, enjoy your latte, Mr. Meade.”
Evan swallowed and gave Donovan a puppy gaze. “Thank you.”

Donovan walked back to the bar and wished he had eyes in the back of his head, so he could see Evan’s face when he noticed the phone number written on the napkin.

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“What’s wrong?”
“After that terrorist attack, I’m still scared of cars. Please help me cross the street?”
“Aww. I can help you. If you help me not chase the cars. The yellow ones are so shiny….”
“Then we can help each other. Here, take my hand. Hold tight. I see a truck coming.”
“Ugh and it’s yellow too….Arf arf arf!”
“I think you scared it off.”
“I do too.”
“Safe to cross now?”
“Safe.”

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My new bottle opener

“Hey,” I said in a soft voice. I pulled up a bar stool.
He glanced at me sideways. “What do you want?”
“You’re showing a little in the back. The predators over by the pool table are eyeing you.”
The young man glanced over his shoulder, then down at his own butt. He hastily covered himself. His cheeks turned red and he took a deep shot of whiskey. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” I said. “I mean, I like the view, but I don’t think you came here to advertise.”
“What makes you think that?” He asked.
“Either you have bad allergies or someone hurt you, because you keep wiping your cheeks.”
His bottom lip trembled.
“It’s ok.” I signaled the bartender and ordered double of what the young man was having – one for each of us. “What’s your name? Mine’s Elliot.”
“Evan.”
“Funny. We both have E names.”
“Yeah,” Evan said. He sniffled.
“Can I put a hand on your back?”
Evan thought. He nodded. I scooted the stool forward and rubbed his back. Evan blew his nose in a bar napkin.
“What’s wrong honey?”
Evan emptied the whiskey. “My boyfriend’s cheating.”
I clicked my tongue. “Oh honey I’m so sorry. Did you find out tonight?”
“Yes.” Evan’s voice sounds tight.
“Did you fight?”
“Earlier,” Evan responded. “Things have been rough lately. He’s working too much, I’m not working enough. The intimacy has been lacking. We were both kind of waiting for the other to notice how miserable the other was, you know?”
I nodded. “We’re all the protagonist in our own story.”
Evan gives me a soulful look. His eyes welled up with tears again. “Shit.” He reached for the new whiskey.
I sip mine.
“How did you find out?”
“I had been suspecting it for a while… he used to get so frustrated, since we weren’t intimate as often as he wanted you know? But I stopped seeing tissues in the trash. And he came home smelling like shampoo that wasn’t his one night when he thought I was asleep. We had a fight tonight, after he came home late.” Evan sighed.
“Go on,” I said.
“Well… I mean, we both agreed we had been unfair to each-other and we needed to work on our relationship if we wanted to save it. He went to bed. I decided to you know, take some initiative. I wrote him a note to put in his briefcase, telling him I’d bring him lunch at work tomorrow.”
“And?”
Evan sniffled. “I was going to put the note inside the briefcase, but in it I found a heart shaped candy box.”
“It wasn’t for you?”
Evan shook his head. “It was unopened. Receipt said he bought it when he was supposed to be at a ‘meeting’ tonight. Plus, there were almonds in it. I’m allergic to nuts.” His shoulders trembled. “He’s cheating on me.”
I exhaled. “The poor thing. Come here, you need a hug.”
Evan was starved for attention. He leaned into me and I embraced him. He was shaking.
“I am so sorry this happened to you.”
“Me too. But how can I go home? I left as soon as I found the chocolate. He’s going to wake up tomorrow and I’m not there.”
“There’s more important things to concern yourself about. If he was intimate with you at all while he was with this other person, then he could have you know… you need to get tested.”
Evan looked shocked. “For what?”
“STIs, babe. Routine. You got to protect yourself.”
“Oh god,” Evan groaned, resting his face in his palms. “And then what if there is something? I mean, how I can even face him again? Is one of us going to have to move out? What about rent? Our furniture we bought together?”
“Shh shh one thing at a time. One thing. Finish your whiskey. Let’s take you to urgent care, get you tested. Then I’ll put you in a hotel for the night, ok?”
Evan stared at me. “You’d…pay for a hotel room? for me?”
“I have ridiculous credit card points. Let me, ok? Please? You need a place to rest safely tonight.”
Evan sipped his whiskey. “Ok,” he agreed. He sounded tired. Defeated. “Thank you.”
“And no strings attached.”
Evan nodded. “I couldn’t get it up now if I wanted to.”
I chuckled. “You can worry about that later. Come on, now. Finish up, boy.”
Evan nodded with a blank look on his face. I could see the pain, the hurt, deep in his eyes. I had just met him, but the urge to protect him was fierce and deep. How could anyone take this sweet, sensitive man and just take advantage of him like that? I was not going to stand for it. I would do everything I could to get him back on his feet.

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Two days later, Evan came back into the bar to have a drink after work and do some reflecting. A lot had happened in 24 hours. He tested positive for –ugh, gross!- pubic lice. He’d kicked Andrew out, and put in an application for a studio apartment in the same building. Less furniture would be needed for a smaller space. Evan had been a force to be reckoned with these last few days, but now that he stopped moving he felt tired and alone. That Elliot guy had been such a huge help, but he couldn’t mooch off his good graces forever. Evan wondered what his motivations were though, and if he just had the word ‘victim’ plastered on his own forehead.

Someone came up next to him at the bar and sat down. A rather handsome guy with broad shoulders and dark skin.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” Evan replied.
“Hey uh,” he guy said. “I saw you here the other night. You were pretty upset. Are you ok now?”
“Oh,” Evan replied. “Yes. Sorry. Didn’t mean to make a scene. My boyfriend cheated on me.”
The guy groaned. “Dude it happened to me too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I walked in on them humping like bunnies.”
Evan winced. “Yikes.”
“Indeed, indeed. Is uh, Elliot helping you out?”
Evan blinked. “You know him?”
“Oh we all do. He’s kind of a figure around here. Helps lost boys.”
“He helped you too?” Evan asked.
The man nodded. “He did.”
“Did he ask for anything in return?”
“Nope. Not at all. Just has a lot of money and likes to play dad.”
“Oh, that’s a relief. I was wondering if he was trying to get me to sleep with him,” Evan admitted.
The guy scoffed and shook his head. “No. Not Elliot. You know his story right?”
Evan shook his head.
“Elliot cheated on his husband. He was drunk, it was a weakness. The boy committed suicide when he found out.”
Evan gasped. “Oh my god.”
“I looked up the case once. There were some underlying issues… the boy had a history of bipolar disorder, Elliot had an issue with drinking. Regardless of what happened, Elliot never forgave himself. I think he’s just trying to atone.”
“By being our guardian angels?”
The man smiled. “Yeah. I think so.”
“Well, I needed one the other night. I was so upset.”
The man nodded. “I feel you. I got into a fight at the bar when it happened to me. Hey uh, you wanna go get something to eat? My name’s Mechad by the way.”
“Evan.” They shook hands. “Food sounds great but…I’m not really looking to jump into a relationship right away.”
Mechad held up his his hands. “No no. I understand. But it never hurts to have a friend right?”
Evan smiled. “I could use a friend.”
“So could I. I just moved here. Too many memories back in Portland.”

Elliot had come in the back at some point and had been watching from a back table. He smiled as the two boys left together, chatting. The lost lambs had found their way.
Elliot let the deep satisfacation wash over him, but also relief for the hundredth time that humans couldn’t see his halo and thought he was just a regular man. He had shot himself after watching Tom jump off that balcony, but something had went awry. Elliot didn’t go to heaven, or hell. Elliot went to a black place. A voice told him, he wanted to go to heaven, he had to atone. He had, and that was a hundred boys ago. Now, he just working. Elliot glanced at his watch. Three hours until the next one. New York kept one oh so busy.

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