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Play My Gay 37) J Kenner 16920K 2023-09-01

I a, because I do not think that it is possible for me to be so close to Dah, so that I a him more directly, and we touch and talk and eat, with Da both himself and me

As we finish the cheese and rant port sauce, he tells ress on Stark Plaza, a Century City office and retail co on I fill hiress with several apps I have in develop to attend in the summer

The talk of trips reminds him that he may need to travel to New York soon to er at one of his subsidiaries, and he proo with him, he’ll take me to at least one Broadway play

I let him know in no uncertain terms that I will travel anywhere with hieneral rundown on my to-do list, most of which can be done on the road with a laptop

It’s comfortable It’s normal

Hell, it’s even married—and I love this cozy fa h I am absolutely certain that it is hidden here soure out where

My frustration has spiked by the time the waiter clears the table of the ressive in my search I slide down and look under the table, then hear Da possibilities”

“I’e,” I confess as I scan the area for envelopes taped to the bottom of the table

“I’ a word,” Damien says, and as I ease back out from under the table, I see the way hismy unintended double entendre, then cup e isn’t hidden at all,” I say, and a beneath the press of , and when I see the corresponding heat in Damien’s eyes, I think that perhaps this booth should be put to better use than eating and chatting I’ht and switch the booth’s light froreen to red, when there is a tap at the door and it slides open

“Can I offer you dessert?” Monica asks

I look at Daht then, he’s the only dessert I want “No, thanks,” I say, even as Damien says, “Yes, definitely”

I narrowas I do that Monica is not our server For that matter, she’s not a server at all

“Yes,” I amend “I think I’d enjoy dessert”

“I’m so happy to hear it”

She hands us each a dessert menu, then slips away I open mine, unsurprised to see that the usual text has been replaced with a single piece of parchment on which the third clue is set out in fancy script:

Paul Simon, Beyoncé, the Beatles, too

They’d all see it when looking at you

Fire and ice, brilliance and flaaape at hi me?”

His expression is entirely too innocent “Problem?”

I wave the menu “I don’t have a clue what this means”