“I didn't know his birthday, or if he had siblings, or where he'd grown up. I didn't know his favorite color, or if he'd played sports. I knew how he tasted and smelled, and I knew the length and girth of his penis, the curve of his ass, the pattern of freckles on his shoulder, the number of hairs surrounding his nipples.”
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