Samantha Vuksanic

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I could talk to her day or night. She was very happy to be my friend. The ultimate demotion. The word “friend” registered as eunuch in my fevered mind. I could see her, but only as a non-man. Exquisite torture. And it was so hot.
Diary of an Oxygen Thief (The Oxygen Thief Diaries, #1)
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