✎ chapter one

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| goest &
fucketh thy
self. |

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"Abel! Able. Ableham
Lincoln. My man! My
wingman. Did we fuck?
I think we fucked."

"Dolce, what are you
doing here? Are you
drunk?!"

"How did you know?
Are you a psychic? Did
I fuck a psychic?"

"I'm not a psychic.
But we did fuck."

"Good to know.
Hey, Abel?"

"Yes, Dolce?"

"There's a teeny
eenie weenie chance
you might have
Chlamydia."

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| 99% of socks are single
and you don't see them
crying about it. |

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