Chapter 44

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Me and JD burst out laughing. "that was perfecto!" he laughed.

"okay, okay, now that's done, what did you get?" I asked. He jumped off the bed and picked a flower gift bag off the ground.

"homosexual artifacts to plant at the scene. Let's see, an issue of stud puppy, a candy dish, Joan Crawford postcard, some mascara. And the one perfecto thing I picked up, mineral water" he said.

"mineral water? but a lot of people drink mineral water" I say.

"this is Westerberg, if it isn't alcohol, you might as well be wearing a dress" JD says.

"very well thought through" I compliment.

"how did the note go?" he asks. I pick it up.

"ram and I died the day we realised we could never reveal our love to an uncaring and un-understanding world. The joy we shared in each other's arms was greater than any touch down, yet we were forced to live the lie of sexist beer guzzling jock assholes" I read.

"perfecto" he says. he steps closer. I kneel on the bed and wrap my arms around his neck. He leans in and moulds his lips to mine. 

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