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Okay, let's be greedy, if I'm greedy, I don't care bleee! "You know it's easier for me to take care of a pig, because it's the pig that gets full, you gobble up every minute you never get full." It's like he's saying that I'm a pig! Why no pig is this beautiful huh! It's really bad for me! "Nye nye, that gay is really a buset!" I looked at the box that was left, the other one that she bought is already in my room, this is the only one left, what is in it?

I was SO opening my own bookstore. The girl behind the counter smiled at us when we walked in. It smelled of leather .. books.. and coffee. They had a little coffee shop in the back.. perfection! I stood in the doorway looking and taking it all in. “You okay?” Jenny asked me. “Yes… just getting ideas for my future store..” I said. She laughed. “Can I help you guys find anything?” The girl behind the counter said. But we told her we just wanted to look. Aside from books that had tons of knick knacks and gifts.. candles and some toys .. and all sorts of cool gadgets.

So I had been drinking all day with my rugby team, as it got later I got more and more horny being around all these muscled and much younger studs so conveniently left the group and made my way to a 24 hour gay bar I heard of. This bar is unique in that it’s a normal bar but you also have access to a very small sauna upstairs. I’m already very drunk but order myself a double whisky and coke. There’s no one in apart from a group of young lads in the corner.

Like watching herself in a livestream with a lag. She turned away. The bookstore was where her day officially started. Gutter & Spine — crammed between a hipster plant shop selling overpriced succulents and a vape lounge that moonlighted as a spoken word bar. The kind of place G****e Maps forgot, which suited Aria fine. She pushed open the door and paused. No chime. That wasn't right. She looked up. The little silver bell above the door was still there, still dangling from the hook. But it hadn't made a sound. Like the air was too thick for noise.

Three days before Christmas, Maya got a call from her first book cafe. She needed to collect mail and interview someone for a new position that opened up. Maya planned on changing its name to 'Blake's Golden Bookstore' to match the one she recently bought. Maya planned on getting Gabriela a few storybooks from her store to go with the many toys she had already bought her. Maya: I'm leaving in a few minutes. I'll text you once I get there. Giovanni: Drive safe, Mami. I'll call you tonight.

Just sneakers and a light jacket. The city was unusually quiet. I ended up at a small antique bookstore tucked between a florist and a tailor. It had no flashy signage, just a brass bell on the door and a handwritten welcome note in cursive. Inside, the scent of old paper and cedar wrapped around me like a story waiting to be told. I let myself drift between the aisles until a book caught my eye—Letters Never Sent. It was a collection of real, unsent letters from women over the last century. To lost loves, estranged mothers, unborn children.

Gabriel slid into the backseat beside me, still chewing on a stick of gum he’d picked up at the airport kiosk. “You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked around it, his voice unusually quiet. “No,” I admitted. “But I’m doing it anyway.” He smiled crookedly, almost approving. “That’s my kind of crazy.” ********** The publishing house was a squat brick building tucked on a quiet street, its windows tall and lined with blinds. It was not flashy at all and almost seemed deliberately unremarkable. Inside, the lobby smelled faintly of ink and old paper. Behind a reception desk, a young woman with a red scarf looped around her neck looked up and smiled brightly.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

I was traveling through California’s Valley. I stopped at a city that has a porn theater and video booths. I paid to go into the theater from a tall, in his 20s bearded guy, stayed for a about 15 minutes, there was a bunch of old fat guys in the back row and I just couldn’t get into it. I exited the door and the five rows of booths (two per row) were right there. I went down into the third row first booth. The booths have a cushioned bench with a big screen but no doors.

I ask. The tall girl shook her head and stuttering speak her mind out, “It's about boys. Uh. Like gays. If you want to learn more about it, try visiting that section.” She pointed at the direction where there is a sign BL section: Manhwa, Novel, Novellette, Facts., etc. “Oh. Thankyou,” I said the bow my head and walked away. They went out the bookstore crazily whispering into each others ears. I thought they want to get my name... but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought.