[Wiry mass, enough to grip and hold and toss and turn and fuck or be fucked by. He can run faster and longer than the old man even with his nicotine laced lungs.]
A story-? [It's like being asked to pat his head and rub his stomach.]
What-[huff, he licks his lips and reaches out to comb both hands through his hair.] What kind?
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A story-? [It's like being asked to pat his head and rub his stomach.]
What-[huff, he licks his lips and reaches out to comb both hands through his hair.] What kind?