A False Confession

I confessed. I couldn’t do it while sober, so I took a shot of liquid courage. “I like you.” “Why?” “I just like everything about you.” “… I don’t understand.” Something’s strange. His voice is deeper, his height slightly different, and his physique even more so. In fact, after a closer look, even the hairContinue reading “A False Confession”

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