The Process

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The air felt good on his forehead as it wicked away the beads of sweat. Michael gently moved his husband's head off of his chest and shifted off of the bed. He picked up his briefs from the floor and slipped them on then padded over to his study and turned on his computer. He clicked on Microsoft Word and began to type...

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