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“We’re gonna go to hell for this, Stack,” it was less a statement and more so a plea - a plea for reassurance that when they crossed this line, they would do it together.
Stack smiled his boyish smile - one that fooled parents of giggling girls, the same one that had fooled his folks all the same - it seemed to wash away the barbarism under his eyes and strangely was all the comfort Bo needed. He had been caught.
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A friendly game of dice leads to a night of crossed lines.Bookmarked by Haraclov14
29 Jun 2025