He’d spark up light conversation with those within earshot of him and sometimes would come across someone of the sweeter persuasion that fancied him and a bit of flirting would take place. When walking along here, it was a totally different sensation, especially the smells. XXX It was a symphony of aromas, coming and going, changing with the blowing breeze. Everyone reads the stories, the titles pretty much tell you what the story is, so if you click it and then read the whole damn thing, hey, you clicked on it! But do NOT leave shitty comments about someone you know who died of AIDS, please, THIS is not the site for that. Enjoy. … ————————another ex.—————————————–
As he read the paper he couldn’t help overhear some of the conversation around him.
