Chapter 16

You will not be forgotten.

Very strange romance.

Dusty’s cellphone number had been written in script under the haiku, followed by xxxxoooo

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Awake now, Lewis texted me, asking me if I would shower with him. I agreed.

We stood under the warm water for forty minutes, wasting it.

On my knees, I blew him under the warm spray.

On his knees, he blew me under the warm spray.

Afterwards, dried off and dressed, he texted me, I love it when you plug the back of my throat with your dick.

I kissed him after reading the text.

Strange love.

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Sander showered alone, preferring it that way. Distant. Thinking. Lost in his Nowhereman’s land. Post-apocalyptic in thought.

I always thought I would find him in a motel room with his arms sliced open by a bloody razor. Self-inflicted wounds. A victim by his own hand. Dead.

He had many enemies, though. Over twenty. I wouldn’t have been surprised if someone murdered him. I couldn’t be surprised if that ever happened, honestly.