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Jameson
I’m in my bed, trying to ignore the morning sun as it slants down on me. I have a hell of a hangover from the last three days of hard drinking, and not much else going on in my life.
I have working at Cure. I have surfing. But for the first time, it seems like that’s not enough.
Unfortunately, I have an idea of just what would fill that person-shaped hole in my life. Or who, I should say. The hookups and flings that kept me going in the past do less than nothing for me now. I’ve had multiple chances the last few nights, and yet…
I’m not interested. And I blame most of that part on Emma. Every time I even think about another woman, it’s like… it’s like other women are in black and white. I know Emma exists in full color, and my enjoyment of the black and white women is just…
