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#1. Tom pounded into him. Prophet bit out a howl, hooked his ankles behind Tom's back and dug his heels against the man's ass, forcing him deeper inside.

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#2. So what, this is like a life lesson? Because I don't like those, Prophet had told him,

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#3. The people who need us the most are drawn to us, no matter how we try to outrun them. They find us and eventually they heal us, no matter how resistant we are.

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#4. Need help washing other places?"
"Yeah. I'm really dirty."
"I can't believe you said that with a straight face."
"I can't believe you'll do it anyway.

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#5. For a long moment, he lay there, staring at a minuscule crack that had begun to reach from one end of the ceiling to the other. Cracks were always there; no matter how well repaired, there would always be weakness.

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#6. You'll end up with a man whose name starts with E. And he'll rip through your life like a tornado. Then again, a tornado can handle a volcano.

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#7. Sometimes it's okay to let your guard down, Cole. If you don't, you'll miss the best things in life.

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#8. What did he say about me?" Tom demanded.
"You don't want to know."
"You're right."
"Told you," Prophet said, looking quite pleased with himself. "Don't say I never tell you anything.

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#9. I'm never letting you do my laundry. Again."
"I didn't know the red towel was in there," Prophet protested.
"You did it on purpose to get out of doing laundry."
"Maybe. But it worked."
"Fucking impossible.

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#10. In the dark, Dave reached for Roger's hand as they watched the shadowed lovemaking. "Were we ever that beautiful?"
"You still are," Roger told him.
"Maybe we should make the most of the hurricane."
"This is definitely foreplay."
"It's like Tumblr, the live version.

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#11. I think, in order to have or appreciate the very best, you have to go through the very worst. Living your life always looking to be on an even keel is safe, but it's boring.

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#12. Everyone was upset that Dash hadn't trusted them. What Dash didn't bother to tell them was that this time he didn't even trust himself.

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#13. Rules are usually in place because they help the people who made them, more than the people who have to follow them. Same goes for people who have questions they want you to answer. Keep some shit just for you. Gives you an edge

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#14. A slow shudder of release happened for Sawyer first. He looked surprised as hell that it snuck up on him. "Fuck, Rex." Rex

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#15. This was a boy who liked to be ridden hard ... and Damon would normally put him away wet for certain.

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#16. Threats, Prophet? After all we've been through."
"Promises. And I'm really goddamned good at promises.

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#17. Fate always had a way of intervening. Pushed everyone in the right direction. The thing with fate though, was that someone always got hurt.

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#18. Head all right?"
"Can't feel a thing," he lied.
"Figured. That's when you do stupid shit.

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#19. You are an idiot," Tom informed him.
Prophet stared at the duct tape around his wrists. "I have no argument against that at the moment.

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#20. Come on, bebe. Let's play gator.

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#21. Sawyer watched Rex from the hospital bed. The man was fucking fluttering. Fluffing pillows. Pouring water. Talking to doctors and nurses. Checking on Sawyer without actually talking to him. When

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#22. He was over Keith's lap, pants down. He heard Reed's sharp intake of breath as he watched. Reed

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#23. Because enough talking. It was time for the goddamned kissing, hard and fast and smooth and slow and any and every way in between, until Tommy was humping his thigh.

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#24. Fuck, he loved kissing. Fucking was obviously great, but kissing was really how you could figure out how to take someone down in the best way possible.

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#25. Spoke to my dad today. He needed to have a "come to Jesus" moment with me.
How'd that go?
Jesus and I are still very far apart.

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#26. How did we go from cocks to this? Because I gotta tell you, cocks are more fun. Especially mine.

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#27. Is he an assassin?"
"Ask him yourself", Prophet said, and Tom turned to Mal.
"You kill people?"
Mal signed something, and Prophet glanced over.
"He said, not today, but it's still early

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#28. Tommy!" He didn't know why he hadn't wanted Prophet to call him that. Now, he didn't want Prophet to call him anything else.

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#29. Law snorted. Well of course he's pissed. You are kind of a dick.

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#30. Letting me know your email address. Big step. Sure you're ready for that kind of commitment?"
"I'm pretty sure I want you to shut up and open your ass for me.

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#31. Right now, Prophet was all goddamned his, all here and present in the moment, and Tom planned to keep it that way. Quickly,

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#32. Jace buried his face in the pillow as Clint's tongue found its mark, licking, sucking, probing the tender skin before spearing and thrusting his tongue into Jace's hole, causing Jace to squirm and hump the bed. Clint

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#33. That's not weakness, baby. That's surrender - and they're not the same thing at all.

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#34. Like what you see?" Prophet asked, his voice a quiet yet dangerous rumble, heavily laced with sarcasm.
Even so, Tom answered him seriously. "Yes."
"That's because you're seeing two of me.

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#35. If I want to fuck a guy, I want to fuck a guy.

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#36. Tommy had wanted to claim him - and he had. Maybe now it was Tommy's turn to be claimed. "That's not a bad thing - or unexpected, so don't worry about it.

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#37. He had to move forward, because there was nothing to go back to. Sometimes, having no choice made every decision, no matter how bad it seemed, easier.

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#38. What would you do?"
"Is this one of those morality questions? Cause I got Unsatisfactory on my last few official psych evals when I answered the so-called morality questions.

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#39. It was like the violence of the world he'd grown up in had embedded itself in him, taken root, and could never be fully excised.
He'd never been able to escape death. Apparently, he was a good Irish Catholic after all

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#40. I don't know whether to punch you or kiss you."
"A combination of both is usually the best," Prophet advised.

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#41. If you were mine, I'd make you pierce it, just because,

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#42. His body was still humming and Shane rubbed his ass, which was hot and tingling and then gave it another slap he wasn't expecting. He turned to say something but then Shane was pushing inside of him, filling him up in one long stroke that took his breath away.

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#43. You'll get that one day." "You really believe that?" "I'm living fucking proof.

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#44. As their frenzy grew, so did the storm, as if the hurricane built off their furious energy. Prophet would never look at a hurricane the same way again.

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#45. Shane wasn't winning this one, although, for some reason, he wouldn't mind watching Keith lose. And that thought had him sitting up and paying attention. Keith

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#46. You never sleep," Mick said. "Beside the point. I might've been busy doing other things." "Like jacking off?" "I have people who do that for me," Prophet sniffed.

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#47. Tom braced his hands on the cushion as Prophet took his pants down. His fingers dug into the fabric when Prophet's hands separated his ass cheeks and he tongued along his crack, speared his hole, ate him without mercy, leaving Tom to hump the couch. "If

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#48. Beautiful boy," he murmured. "Ah,

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#49. Your past is your past. Why the fuck are you trying to drag it across the finish line with you? Cut that shit off. You'll be a hell of a lot lighter. Freer too.

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#50. Keith felt huge inside of him, remained still for only a long moment, didn't seem to care about giving Shane time to adjust, just seemed intent on moving. Fucking. Rutting. His

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#51. What are you looking for? My attention? Because you've got it. You had it when you walked into EE."
Tom narrowed his eyes, couldn't believe Prophet was admitting it. "Same."
"Okay then.

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#52. Talk later." Prophet kissed the side of his neck.
"Fuck, then sleep, then fuck again, then pack."
"Good itinerary.

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#53. Piercings," Prophet said, his brow furrowed. "You're the one who put them back in. Don't worry - you'll enjoy the hell out of them." He rasped a tongue over Prophet's nipple, then bit the nub again. "Fuck.

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#54. You don't have to flirt, T. I'm not a chick."
"That mean I don't have to buy you dinner afterward?"
"No, I definitely want dinner." Prophet paused. "Maybe I am a chick.

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#55. Did John fuck you up with relationships?" Tom asked now. "I don't know, T. I never really thought about it." "But he was your first, last, and only one, right?" "Yeah, he was." Much in the way Remy's dad was Tommy's.

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#56. You'll come first if I suck you.

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#57. Once I fucked you, it would be all over for me. I had to have a guarantee I could get you back. Christ, Blue, the first time I saw you, I wanted to throw you over the couch and fuck you."
Blue flushed but smiled a little. "So why didn't you?"
"Common decency."
"Highly overrated.

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#58. You planted a bug on me?"
"Yes."
"And you don't think that was wrong?"
"I don't care."
Prophet blinked. "Fuck. That's something I'd say.

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#59. Della figured you guys would need something to tide you over before dinner," he said. "Thanks, Dave." "Good to have you guys back here safely," Dave told him, then mouthed, "I like him," as he pointed toward the bed where Prophet had now deposited himself with his iPad. "Me too," Tom told him. Dave

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#60. Could you bite back your complaints? You're fucking with my run."
"Your run is fucking with my ability to complain," Tom called back.

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#61. Prophet was just happy to be out of any moving object, and insisted they walk there. They did so hand in hand. He

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#62. He pushed Rex's hand away and grabbed Rex's cock instead. Angled it and pushed his body down over Rex's cock, slowly, so fucking slowly that Rex thought he'd lose his mind. But this was his show, so Rex watched Sawyer's face until he was balls-deep inside him. "Beautiful

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#63. Ah, Proph." Tom paused. "You did have a nightmare last night."
"And here I thought maybe I dreamed it," Prophet muttered sarcastically.

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#64. Cillian's been gone for a while. Like gone, Mal. Won't answer texts or anything."
Mal shrugged again, encouraging the apeshit.
"Mal. Did. You. Kill. Him."
Mal stared at him steadily, then shook his head. Slowly.
"Good.

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#65. So you can make me promise, you shit - and I did promise you - but if you think your losing your sight is going to make me leave you, you're so fucking wrong. And I'll spend the rest of my days proving it to you.

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#66. They both groaned into that first kiss. Four months and more of longing released in a frantic rush that started out fast and rolled into something more, faster than the gathering storm and threatening to do far more damage. And

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#67. I just thought we'd be doing something ... " "Bigger?" Prophet asked, and without waiting, said, "Saving lives is always big." "There's no one to save, Prophet." It took everything Prophet had not to punch Tom. "There's always someone to save.

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#68. He's a little more ... psychotic than usual," Tom said quietly.
"How so?"
"He took C-4 to bed with him."
Prophet shrugged. "He's always done that.

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#69. If nothing else, Prophet prided himself on his ability to be irrational. Everyone was always raving about how being cool, calm, and collected was the best way to be. Prophet found the exact opposite worked most of the time. Tommy

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#70. 'Seriously, I'm going to kill you,' Tom told him, then muttered, 'If I can't hide the body well enough, it will so be worth it going to jail.'

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#71. Tom guided Prophet forward by his hair, and Prophet licked the head of his cock, then sucked it into his mouth up to the ridge, swirling his tongue around and down, just enough to flick the first piercing. Tom

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#72. You are so fucking good for me and so fucking bad for me at the same time."
"It's not good if you don't have the mix of both.

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#73. What else do you want to do to me?" Jace asked, and Clint smiled. "That's a wicked look you've got going on."
"Just remember, you're the one who asked for it."
"It was merely a conversation starter."
"Consider it started. Now I'm going to finish it.

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#74. Let's get rid of those fucking ghosts once and for all, Proph. We tried burying them, but that never works. So how about we just set them free?"
"And let them go into the light, Carol Anne?"
"And just like that, you're a goddamned bastard again." But Tom was smiling as he said it.

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#75. How the hell did you know where I was?" Prophet demanded.
Cillian said simply, "Don't bother searching your phone for chips."
"Then how did you know?"
"Prophet, I know everything."
Fuck him. Cillian did.

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#76. And Marcus is what Cole needs? A cocky, arrogant asshole?" he asked, then paused. "Wait, I see your point." Paolo snorted and Styx smiled. "Figured you would.

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#77. The ladies like that?" a male agent asked Tommy. "Men like it more," Tom told him, which confirmed to Prophet that the physical yank he'd felt toward the man hadn't been his imagination. Fucking accent.

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#78. It's from a Celtic group. Flogging Molly," was all he said. Tom went onto iTunes and found the song easily enough: "If I Ever Leave This World Alive.

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#79. Cillian had been mauled and licked and bitten, and he'd see-feel-the marks for days to come. That was the price of this kind of sex. And he was gladly prepared to pay.

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#80. Last time I looked, I didn't have a pussy, so cut all the romantic shit"
"babe, if that's romance to you, you've been with guys who've been doing it wrong. Really goddamned wrong

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#81. His wrists ached. When they stopped hurting, it would mean the storm had definitely arrived, because when the pressure was high, there wasn't any pain.
Just massive destruction - a typical metaphor for his life.

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#82. I realize you're planning on fighting all the dragons single-handedly-"
"I'm going to protect you from John, dammit. Show him that he can't fucking mess with you. This is about territory."
Tom narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to piss a circle around me too?"
"If that's what it takes.

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#83. You stole his truck?"
"Borrowed," Prophet corrected. "Remy thought of it when I took him home."
"Did you just blame a fifteen-year-old kid for why you stole - "
" - borrowed - "
" - a truck?"
Prophet shrugged. "Little bit.

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#84. I'm Prophet."
"Seriously?"
"Why? What's your name
Jesus?

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#85. Needing someone this much couldn't be fucking normal

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#86. Still, unpacking Tom had been more for Tom than for him, because in Prophet's eyes, the man had already moved in everywhere: Prophet's place. His room. His heart. And Prophet knew when it was time to give up the ghost. It was too late to save himself. For

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#87. The guy was almost as tall as Doc, which put him in the six-foot-five range. And he was broad, with dark hair, but man, the chip on his shoulder was visible from the fucking moon. Prophet

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#88. Law looks like he can handle an angel and a devil." "You're

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#89. It's only too late when someone's in the ground. And even then, you can always find redemption.

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#90. Way I figure it, if I'm forced to have a partner, might as well have one with benefits. If you're annoying me, fucking you will be more satisfying than punching you." Prophet grinned, then added slyly, "And I could punch you afterwards.

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#91. You've got the fountain of youth hidden in your pants."
"What the fuck does that even mean?" Hook demanded, then held up a hand. "Never mind, I don't want to know."
"Means fucking keeps you young.

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#92. By the way, you acted like an asshole today. Like you did when I first met you. And I figured you had money. Well, not for sure, but I mean ... " "I'm an asshole?" "Yeah. But in a good way. At least now." Marcus shook his head. "You sure know how to compliment a guy.

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#93. Lije . . . yeah, that's it, baby . . . God, fuck . . ." And then Tom came, spurred on by Prophet's climax, dragged along for the ride.

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#94. He believed that kids who'd been slammed around needed to stick together, from start to finish. And he spotted others of his kind so easily. Because he recognized that his inner child was so fucked that he never got a chance to come out and play

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#95. It's just you now."
"Just you." Tom closed his eyes for just a second, soothed by the warm rub of Prophet's palm, then opened them. "I love you. Who the fuck else could compete?"
Prophet pulled back for a second. Repeated, "Who the fuck else could compete?" with his hand on Tom's heart.

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#96. Mal did as he was told without a backward glance at any of them. Tom did see him hold up his middle finger as he left.
He guessed it was kind of like his gang sign. Or his message to the entire world.

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#97. And that goddamned bald guy from The Weather Channel was in New Orleans. Everyone knew that the guy only went to the place that was going to get hit the worst. Like a bald, douche-bag weather angel of death.

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#98. Because you couldn't make your own luck. You were either born with it or you weren't.

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#99. Dealing with Prophet wasn't entirely unlike dealing with a live grenade or a Claymore mine. You had to know when to ease off the pressure and when to stay firmly planted and unmoving so you didn't die in the explosion.

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#100. If I want to 'f' a guy, I want to 'f' a guy.

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