Outlaw
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He charmed them with his bright smile, continuing to amuse the women while they drank their tea. But deep inside of his eyes, there was something else lurking. An uncomfortableness growing by each fake smile Mr. M pulled. The vastness didn't seem to have an end. The abyss was deep enough to not let anything escape its event horizon. Yet, there was two emeralds, shining so brightly that they managed to pull him up from its depths.
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What if Jack the Ripper was a white, rich man who uses his male privilege to kill homophobes in the name of love?
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