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The Apartment #242

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A soft and plush gentleness filled the apartment, an unusual and confusing feeling after everything they'd been through. Everyone felt it differently, each one of them knew this.
To Daniel it felt like he'd been dragged endlessly over the barbed wire of old battlefields to arrive here, to be soothed and caressed by wanton angels, utterly beautiful in their achingly yearning nakedness, each one loving him for himself and needing in their passion his physical and emotional love.
It was only the sensation that the apartment no longer existed that stemmed Daniel's arousal. Wanton angels disappeared. The room changed... slowly.

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    Christopher almost 2 years ago

    Oh dear! What next?!

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    Drew Martyn almost 2 years ago

    Aah who knows? I'm still trying to do this without thinking ahead - wing it, basically - as a sort of experiment to see what comes out. I feel an end is in sight, but have no idea what form it'll take. Thanks for sticking with it, Christopher.

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