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My Holiday Ghost

After Britt and I had been together a couple of years we took our first trip back to his home country of New Zealand to visit his family for Christmas.  Along with his mom Judy, we arrived in Gisborne, a quiet seaside town, jet lagged but excited to be there.  We were staying with Britt’s […]

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Angel James

James was a bartender at the restaurant where I worked as a dishwasher and line cook.  He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.  He was like a sculpture or a model.  He was the only person I had ever met that actually worked out in a gym and was compulsively  healthy, always […]

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