Max used to hold my hand, he used to take me anywhere we both desired, he used to laugh with me, he used to kiss me too; he doesn't do these things anymore, he hasn't for a while.
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Max
Short StoryA short story about a guy called Max. lovely cover by @sporadikos ©_unwelcomethoughts 2014
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Max used to hold my hand, he used to take me anywhere we both desired, he used to laugh with me, he used to kiss me too; he doesn't do these things anymore, he hasn't for a while.
