ofthunderandvictory

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I throw my clothes down again and pick up Orion, just like I did on the bridge, and his nails dig into my sweaty back. We’re both laughing over how exhilarating that experience was, and then we give New Yorkers a third show with a passionate kiss that proves Orion and I aren’t strangers.
The First to Die at the End
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