And the Word became flesh: coarse hair, crooked smile, the taste of salt on his clavicle. I am the disciple whom he loved.
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Maybe he was part of some kind of secret memory implantation experiment by the government, something to do with his previous access to surveillance equipment at the mall.
He’d been so embarrassed they’d had to stop. It had been a few days before he felt ready for sex again.
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