…MY OWN…"] ******
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CURSE THAT SONG!
He slammed the cup into the tiny sink. It broke, gay teen boys into fragments of white and red. He swallowed the profanity that lingered at the back of his throat and slowly removed the pieces of china.
****** ["MAKE HIM THE CUTEST free teen boys video I′VE EVER SEEN…"] ******
Cute? Matthews thought as he stood frozen, staring blindly down at the shards in his hand. A vision teen boys sex movie the man he could love lingered hauntingly at the back of his mind. Shaking the image away, he finished removing the segments of cup from the sink.
****** ["PLEASE TURN ON YOUR MAGIC BEAM….MR. SANDMAN, BRING US A DREAM!"] ******
A dream? Matthews thought as he chucked the broken cup into the garbage. What good is a naked gay teen boys Giving up, he went to take a shower, but even under the water, that song tormented him:
****** ["MR. SANDMAN…"] *****
Matthews wanted to yell, shut up! He wanted to bang on the wall and tell them to turn that stupid music down, but he didn′t. He was going to work anyway. Seething, he finished his shower and dressed. Cowley awaited.
That song went with him,…