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Why is it so much easier to smile in the dark? Why is it so ?

How the hell a this play?

I close er heart I can only pray whatever I drea up with a huge bonera teepee out of my pants

Morning coht in ht across the pillow from the narro above his desk I lift a hand to shield my face, annoyed I see half-hanging off the bed, my head on a sliver of pillow Toby, however, is curled up and facing the wall, his back to ently expands and contracts with his every breath A sleepy sht to behold first thing in the ht carefully, so as to stretch my stiff back and neck

I fall off the bed instead

Toby shoots up like a boe of the bed, alary and deep-voiced “Did I push you off the bed? I kick soh, I orried about that”

“No Not your fault” I sit up and rub uess”

“Lemme help you up” Toby reaches for my hand

“Nah, it’s fine,” I insist as I start to push myself off the floor

“C’mon, I insist” He takes hold of my hand before I’m ready

Instead of the floor, my foot finds a baseball that ht out froripped by Toby—pulls race on top of Toby

I do half a push-up, looking down on his bewildered face

Toby looks up athis breath, eyes wide

Our lips are inches from each other’s

His beautiful eyes are on mine—afraid, curious, dreamy

Then soht at my crotch