There was often fainting, and we would have to wait. Envy, hungers most men don’t even smell; lust,nameless things I want. Jean-Claude had simply sat down on the edge of the bed with the blue sheets still stained with blood and other fluids. I threaded my way through a forest of rude gestures and Jason's laughter.
“Hey,” he said. “Bullshit. Probably, but I don't think the police will go for it. No, it wasn't a lie.
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