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28 July 2014 @ 12:09 pm
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  • Mon, 03:03: "So, how did it go?" Rupert asked that night, draping his arm around Anthony's shoulders. "I heard you really hit it off #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 03:04: with the last one." Anthony removed Rupert's arm and staggered to the bed. "Horrible. The last girl was lovely, but you #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 03:05: can't imagine the succession of whores, pigs, sluts and frights that preceded her." "Don't be such a fag," Rupert said. #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 03:07: "I am a fag," Anthony said. "If you weren't such an asshole, you wouldn't make me go through with this." "I'm sorry." Rupert #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 03:08: lay down beside Anthony and tried to kiss him. Anthony turned his head away. "And if you ever call me a fag again, I'll #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 03:09: knock you into the middle of Middle Earth and go to the gallows with no regrets." "With your rank, it's the guillotine #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 03:10: for you, my dear. Non, non, je ne regrette rien," Rupert sang off-key in a guttural voice. Anthony booed, like at the opera. #AtSecondGlance
  • Mon, 03:11: "As a singer you suck." "You wish," Rupert said. "I bet you could use a suck right now." "I'll say. My little sparrow." #AtSecondGlance