Angela
Angela by elderberry George: I must be crazy. I stood outside of Arthur's front door, with my luggage, hesitating before ringing the bell. Arthur and I, internet friends, corresponded by e-mail and had opened a line of communication hard to accommodate in the everyday give and take of friendship. We confessed to failings, both physical and moral, that we dare not reveal to our closest friends. I had told him about my masturbatory habits and my erection problems. He had confessed to...
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