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Hedonophobia Explained: Chapter 32Chapter 32
"Sorry, but we're closed toda-- Dimitri?"
Sarah blinked her long eyelashes in shock, seeing Dimitri standing on the 'Welcome' mat in front of the bakery. She instantly stepped aside, momentarily speechless at his appearance. He was dressed nicely, a usual style for Dimitri, but he was casual for the past few weeks, so the change was noticeable. He looked miserable, his eyes bloodshot, his nose tinted a soft, red hue.
Dimitri murmured an apology and removed his coat and shoes, about to trudge up the stairs, but Sarah glared at him and crossed her arms.
"Now wait just a moment, young man," she addressed him with a stern tone, and Dimitri paused on the steps, slumping his shoulders forward vulnerably. He glanced through his bangs at her, and she crossed her arms, raising a pencil-thin eyebrow at him.
"Sit," she demanded, pulling out one of the chairs next to the nearest table, and beckoned with her chin.
Dimitri, clearly having no choice, moved his feet as if they were made of
Hedonophobia Explained: Chapter 31Chapter 31
Jim was becoming painfully aware of every 'For Sale' sign in numerous front lawns that stretched out before nice, empty homes. He would stare at the number for a few moments before turning away, feeling silly enough to even consider calling the salesperson.
This had happened for the 13th time this week, and Jim sped away on his motorcycle, flustered at the many fantasies and mental images that flashed through his head when he thought of living with Dimitri.
Waking up to Dimitri cooking breakfast. Scrambled eggs, french toast, the scent of bacon trailing into Jim's room, where he was slowly awakening. He would stretch leisurely, and feel the comfortable plush of the mattress around him, where they had made love the night before. His backside would be sore in reality, but this is his fantasy, so therefore there was no pain, nor the foggy, murky grogginess of waking up. He would walk down the stairs effortlessly, a soft robe on his shoulders, and he would hug Dimitri from behin
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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