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Denial is a river in Egypt, your husband is .

Or rather your golden boy roommate and you have an... arrangement per say. He's always insisted he wasn't fuckin' like you. That he doesn't care if you're , just push that homosexuality shit onto him. And you always respected his boundaries, it's not like you wanted him or anything.

So how funny was it that the conditioned and seasoned homophobe came back to your apartment raging and needy, but not just for anybody. For you specifically.

And ever since then, he's insisted on keeping your arrangement a secret and purely sexual.

How funny was it that he seemed to be the one to fall first and want more.

Jealousy, jealousy.

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