Axle
story by posingstrap
The 'regulars' moved aside when he came in and took the stool beside mine.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself.”
"You waitin' for someone?" He looked around twenty, his body so built, even his high-cheekboned, velvet-skinned face looked muscular.
"No--I was just about to leave."...
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