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The next Friday before our workout, Mark forced me to go to his place two hours early. “Why?” I asked. “You’ll see.” He didn’t give me any hints, which was mildly frustrating. Sometimes he would give me clues as to what secret he had planned (and…
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Everything was going so smoothly. Too smoothly. Mark and I were supposed to be halfway done with his third paper. It was our third week of being friends and it was starting to dawn on me how he was such a great guy. He treated me so well, too well.…
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The next Wednesday was similar to the Wednesday before and was a template for the Wednesdays yet to come. We met at Mark’s place and walked to his gym. He talked a lot during the workout, but also made sure I did the exercises properly. He made sure…
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That Saturday, I called Mark early in the morning, to which he groggily yelled at me for ‘being a little bitch’. Then I called him later and explained that he would never drunk text me again. He repeated his little bitch insult. It was one in the…
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By that Friday, I was much happier with Mark’s effort on the paper front. He had delivered on his promise—actually, he over-delivered. He had apparently read a lot of articles Wednesday night and then on Thursday he worked through quite a few…
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[Author's Note: The upcoming section does not contain my real name, just as Mark is not actually Mark Wolff. I have obscured both our names, but not as cleverly as I probably should have. Just know that my odd name is odd, and my nickname is food…
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I woke up bright and early at eight o’clock. I almost never got up that late, not even when I was out the night before, although I was almost always in bed by midnight. My head hurt; my body was stiff. The couch was so comfortable that I didn’t wake…
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It has always been easy for me to talk about Mark. He's been my muse for the past six years. Even on that first day, it was easy to write about him. Sure, there have been some ups and downs, but I wouldn't change our history for anything. The rough…
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I run in my local park every Monday at nine o’clock. Afterwards I stretch and sit at a nearby picnic table under a pavilion where I settle down with my phone to do voice-typing. My device is technically a smartphone, but I don't have a voice, text…
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Before I begin this story, I feel obligated to start with a few disclaimers. First, this story revolves around a gay romance that starts with two friends and ends with two devoted partners. If that doesn’t sound like your thing, don’t read it… or…
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⚙ ✎ ✉ Reader SettingsLoading controls… EditorLoading… MailLoading… Chapter comments× Loading… The Friend The Friend Table of Contents Cover Dedication Monday Running Writing Assignment The Next Morning My Name Friday Workout Meeting the Professor Tennis The Wobble Making Bacon The Suit Ordering Orange Pants After the Wedding Next Book About the Author List
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