Narcolepsy (A Love Story)

I don't get to have feelings, good or bad, not if I want to function.

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"Just tell people. They might surprise you."

"They never surprise me. And they never look at me the same. It's a joke, or it's a weakness, or I'm a freak show." It came out more bitter than I think either one of us was expecting. I yawned and it pissed me off, which just made me yawn again. "And every f***ing time, once someone figures out what it all means, they ask me the same goddamn question in front of everyone, and then that's all they can think of. Just once, just one f***ing time, I'd really prefer not to be the kinky freak of the office."

He quirked up one side of his mouth and couldn't meet my eye. "You never know, Abs, some guys are into that sort of thing."

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Not appropriate for anyone under 18 years of age.

This is an original work of fiction, all characters and the story are mine. The beginning is a little rough and I'm struggling with it, so feedback is appreciated.

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