[Sometimes he thinks he's such a goddamn fool for love.]
I fucking love you, Larry.
[But how often does the kid say it? How often does the kid say it like that? What does it mean when it takes an encounter with someone like Blonde for Freddy Newendyke to really want to say it? He ought to be ashamed of himself and he kind of is but for different reasons. Caught up in Larry's thick arms like this those fucking reasons just don't mean shit right now. He parts his lips, slipping tongue in, tongue out. Freckled hands work to get his own clothes off frantically.]
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I fucking love you, Larry.
[But how often does the kid say it? How often does the kid say it like that? What does it mean when it takes an encounter with someone like Blonde for Freddy Newendyke to really want to say it? He ought to be ashamed of himself and he kind of is but for different reasons. Caught up in Larry's thick arms like this those fucking reasons just don't mean shit right now. He parts his lips, slipping tongue in, tongue out. Freckled hands work to get his own clothes off frantically.]