She didn’t wave. She just mouthed two words: “Chapter two.”
He smiled. The smile cost him three therapy sessions a week. Santy Zac Trilogy - Part 1- Hard Fuck and Fac...
He was thirty-two, born in a town with no stoplights, now headlining a lifestyle that didn't exist five years ago. Hard and faceted : that's how the blogs described him. Hard as in relentless. Faceted as in every angle catches a different lie. She didn’t wave
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End of Part 1.
