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Erik: Call Me
🕑 Added 2017-05-05 02:07:16 +0000 UTC There was a slight murmur from the bed. The room smelt of stale cigarettes, sweat, and...He paused as he reached for the familiar leather vest he had worn coming in. Erik slightly chuckled as he recalled the thirty something man's response to the vest."That swim's on you,' criticized the man.
"Most of the time," had been his response, now of course it fit perfectly as he put and arm through one sleeve.
There was more murmur from the name...Sean was his name? All that he saw out of the corner of his eye was the man's butt cheeks slick with sweat and...yeah...The man's brown hair was a matted mess laying against a pillow hiding his face from view. The scratch marks and bruises would fade in time. He grinned oh yeah they would fade.
"Sean, was it? Well you're gonna sleep that off and you'll be calling me..."
He looked through the crack in the curtains of the motel room. The bare light of a nearly half moon glazed through the black tree tops. Yeah in a couple of weeks he'd be hearing from the man, or hearing of him he thought to himself as he exited the motel in the late evening hours.
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