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Down Low

作者: Jubilee Moores
last update 公開日: 2026-04-01 15:39:04

POV: Gunner

He was running on four hours of sleep and bad faith.

Gunner stood with his back against the wall and his arms folded across his chest and held up his section of the crossroads hallway with the energy of a man who had fulfilled his contractual obligation to appear and was now waiting for time to pass. Around him the pregame ritual proceeded without requiring his participation. Balls in the air, voices overlapping, the particular looseness of men in the hour before they had to be some
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