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The book of love is long and boring
Sam raised an eyebrow as it appeared someone had told Nate he was in the wrong over their break up: could it have been Sunjata, he wondered? The man had always seemed to be more compassionate than Nate and Sam could very loosely call him a friend. He didn't ask, thinking it was probably best to just let the matter go, but he silently thanked whoever it was that had called out Nate on his behaviour.
"Oh, umm..." Was it a wise idea to let Nate know where he was staying? Sam mulled it over; eventually he decided it was likely alright: it wasn't like he thought the other man was actually violent or anything. "I'm st-staying with...I..don't know if you kn..kn..know him. His name is Zeph? I am a-at his house."
"Oh, umm..." Was it a wise idea to let Nate know where he was staying? Sam mulled it over; eventually he decided it was likely alright: it wasn't like he thought the other man was actually violent or anything. "I'm st-staying with...I..don't know if you kn..kn..know him. His name is Zeph? I am a-at his house."
No one can lift the damn thing
