As the dark ink of dusk washes daylight down the drain, dejected lovers search for solace in the saccharine touch of another's flesh. Sunlight shies away from the blinds of the little shop as calloused hands pleasure immature flesh.
The resolute blonde rises from the bedstead to turn to his books, his experiments and research, and the teen complains like usual. The blonde ripostes,
'I know it's difficult but I do this for us, your pride and our future.'
The redhead sprawls upon the bed, limbs seeking the warmth of an absent form, and he knows this is their reality.
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