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I didn't mean to write this. | A Dissolute Life Means...
I’ve written at least half of another post about Peter. His impishness, his deliciousness, his joyous energy. I started it yesterday morning and pecked away at it throughout my day even as he and I reconnected after a weekend of typical silence. For weeks now, like clock work, we have come together. Once, occasionally twice …