Christopher K.

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And the entry didn’t look like it was in mid-renovation. It looked like it was the victim of severe neglect. I caught a fleeting glimpse of the sizable living room, which, much like the hallway, was a homely, poorly lit sight. What little furniture there was appeared old, dusty, and mismatched. In the distance I’m pretty sure I saw a banana peel on the floor, right next to . . . a dinner roll? What the fuck was this place? I’d known he was too good to be true. There was no sign of the alleged roommate. Before I could take in the rest of the apartment, Kit opened his bedroom door and invited me ...more
Spoiler Alert: The Hero Dies: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Other Four-Letter Words
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