*blue balls not included.
Boss’ loft party. Loftworks is a cool fucking place. And I look hot, of course.
The Doctor is hot too, even with all that “blood” all over him. But I’m fairly certain he has a girlfriend. Why? Because some chick pulled him away just as our conversation warmed. And their costumes kind of matched. Then their group left abruptly.
It’s ok. I got the “turn back around one last time and look at her before I leave” look as he walked out the door.
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
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