“Where are you off to?” I ask, sitting up slowly, white sheets tangled around my legs and a man or two on either side of me. Cope and Muse are on my left while Ransom sleeps curled inside his hoodie on my right. Michael's sprawled across the pull-out sofa bed, but only because there's literally no more room on the one the rest of us are lying on. I don't know exactly what's going to happen back in Seattle, but I imagine that in my new place, I'll be getting a king size bed. “To have myself a fag,” Pax says, pulling the smoke from his lips and wiggling it at me. He gives me a tight smile as I
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