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© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica The weekend passed in a haze of thought, a blur of restlessness disguised as routine. I cleaned the house—twice. Not a surface went untouched. I rearranged the books on my shelf alphabetically, then by color, then by theme. I reorganized drawers that didn’t need organizing, wiped down windowsills that hadn’t gathered a speck of dust. I went grocery shopping despite having plenty of food. Bo...

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