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         Loinglot Ave.

~Stifler Annabelle~

"Let's hope he takes it in good faith."

I slammed the door of my 2018 brand Rolls-Royce, but the door closed itself gently, till its locks keyed in. 

I headed towards my building and stepped in. Twas 6PM, but the lights were on. I strode through the hallway into the sitting room. There he was on the couch, a video reality glasses on his face as he danced around the space between the couches. 

I watched him stand up, trembling, breathing heavily as he threw his hands in the air to the tune of whatever he was seeing in the virtual reality. 

I didn't know why I bursted out laughing at how ridiculous he seemed. But the humor didn't last for long, as I my thoughts began to stray off whatever he was doing. 

My mind strayed to the biceps and triceps lacing his bare arms. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. His thick thighs with inviting veins and stream

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