Cold love
This is too difficult to summarize without giving it away. Is a little something about how someone feels for Logan. It's short but good, read for yourself :p
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"I met him yesterday. He was the most handsome man in the whole bar, and he picked me. I was so happy. I still remember the hotness of his touch. I was so cold. But today I'm here, on the floor in this dirty sidewalk. People past in front of me and as they see me I know what they're thinking 'Garbage' or 'You're only making our city uglier'. Of course no one talks to me directly. At least today no one has kicked me. But yesterday, ah yesterday I was so happy. He, I heard one of the other men in the bar call him Logan, he was so gentle. I knew I wasn't his first one that night, but that didn't matter to me. He began to touch me and to hold me like no one before. He took my mouth to his 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 times. Then I lost count. He then walked with me out of the bar and we rood on his motorcycle. I was still in his arms. I was so happy. I still felt a little cold, but he was making me feel warmer every second. He took my mouth to his one last time until I was empty. And then it happened. He threw me to this dirty sidewalk when the redlight changed to green. He didn't even say goodbye. Like I didn't matter. Like I was nothing. I was left here, in the same spot I still am today. Alone here in this dirty sidewalk, after all no one cares about the feelings of a poor bottle of beer..."
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Hehe I got this idea from an email my friend sent me. Now review and tell me what you thought of it :D
~Latin Mutant~
This is too difficult to summarize without giving it away. Is a little something about how someone feels for Logan. It's short but good, read for yourself :p
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"I met him yesterday. He was the most handsome man in the whole bar, and he picked me. I was so happy. I still remember the hotness of his touch. I was so cold. But today I'm here, on the floor in this dirty sidewalk. People past in front of me and as they see me I know what they're thinking 'Garbage' or 'You're only making our city uglier'. Of course no one talks to me directly. At least today no one has kicked me. But yesterday, ah yesterday I was so happy. He, I heard one of the other men in the bar call him Logan, he was so gentle. I knew I wasn't his first one that night, but that didn't matter to me. He began to touch me and to hold me like no one before. He took my mouth to his 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 times. Then I lost count. He then walked with me out of the bar and we rood on his motorcycle. I was still in his arms. I was so happy. I still felt a little cold, but he was making me feel warmer every second. He took my mouth to his one last time until I was empty. And then it happened. He threw me to this dirty sidewalk when the redlight changed to green. He didn't even say goodbye. Like I didn't matter. Like I was nothing. I was left here, in the same spot I still am today. Alone here in this dirty sidewalk, after all no one cares about the feelings of a poor bottle of beer..."
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Hehe I got this idea from an email my friend sent me. Now review and tell me what you thought of it :D
~Latin Mutant~