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These six sentences come from a story I’m working on tentatively titled, “Pure Love.”
Enjoy.
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Max had only been to this particular club once or twice but it had instantly felt like home. He loved the atmosphere, the crushed velvet drapes that were hung strategically around the room, and the way the tables and booths were set up on the outskirts of the dance floor looking so intimate. He’d gone to the club that night hoping to get rid of the foul mood his co-worker had put him in and by some divine twist of fate, had found Tommy.
Tommy was open and honest with Max about his reason for being at the club, that he was looking for a cute boy to hook up with. Max had smiled coyly and told Tommy that he might have found what he was looking for. By the time they had woken up in the morning, completely wrapped around each other, neither was willing to let go.
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