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Before the sun breaks through the darkness of night, piercing between its layers of cold blackness, I have a dream of…
Playing naked rugby with Darsey Haas. We face each other on Templeton Field in the afternoon, head to head. His stringy and wet-black hair hangs in his beautiful and shimmering eyes. He huffs like a bull, maddeningly grunts. Our eyes connect. Fire blazes between us. The ball is off the ground, in Darsey’s hands, positioned on his right side, tightly clutched here, and a maul occurs. The crowd goes wild in the stands. My team attempts to drive him back to our opponents’ goal line. I push against his bare chest and feel one of his n*****s slip between two of my fingers. I make full contact with his mass, press against his shoulders, pecs, and abs, push and push and
