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Sometimes I hate my body. | A Dissolute Life Means...
“You ready?” He stood in my apartment, his gym bag over his shoulder. I was dressed in my work clothes still. “Yeah, gimme a sec.” He followed me back to my room and flopped down on the bed. Faisal jumped up to purr and meow and twist himself about The Neighbor. I peeled off my …