The Mighty Storm
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I don’t do romance. I do fucking.
Stuart appears in the living room.
Gay guys do romance. They’re the closest thing to women.
Stuart will know what romance type shit will turn her head in my direction, and away from her prick of a boyfriend.
“Stuart…” I say raising my eyebrow. “I need your gay-pertise.”
