Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2018 22:46:08 -0500
From: coybum@tutanota.com
Subject: Travel Basketball Coach- Chapter 1

Disclaimer: The author does not condone any of the acts in this tale. This
story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Frank
H. Netter extensively mapped the human anatomy through cadavers but he was
not a necrophiliac. Support free speech and stop censorship or die in a
fascist world.

This is FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18, if
you are not an adult according to the laws of your country, OR if you are
easily offended. This story contains sexually explicit material suitable
for adults.

Pete

I watched the players sprint as the point guard dictate the plays and his
teammates reposition. The game was tied at 53-53 as the final ten seconds
ticked, our point guard crossed his defender and landed a
three-pointer. The sparsely filled gym erupted and cheered. Sure it was
just a non-regulation game but it felt like last season's championship
game.

"Nice jumper Petey!" I shouted. My cheers drowned by everyone else's.

I deeply enjoyed seeing my work contribute to the team's success. I might
only be the assistant coach, nevertheless, I've helped trained these teens
as much as Coach Greg. Even though I was in charge of lugging the
equipment, I was instrumental in teaching the fundamentals. It felt like
giving back to the community, what I'd been given when I was a kid and my
stepdad helped coach my team. After a particularly difficult surgery one
day, I decided to offer my time to a local travel basketball team. A little
background on me, my name is Colin, I'm a surgical resident at a local
hospital, 5'9, lean basketball build, black hair with hazel eyes, and can
live off 3-hours of sleep.

The boys strolled to the locker room, each one resembling gallant Olympians
fresh from the arena. I gave each one a slap on the back before joining
them for the post-game breakdown. Soon, the cramped musky room was filled
with chatters and gaffs of the boys as they began undressing. The cacophony
of sopranos bounced from the walls as they replayed the game
play-by-play. It's hard not to look at the lads in their bare
perfection. Their youth and naivety as intoxicating as their musk. I'd
gotten my fair share of erections studying those perfect bodies but I
carefully maintained my distance.

This Saturday night would be different. The scent of these boys on the cusp
of puberty was getting to me. The jockstraps lying around just begged to be
sniffed so I stole a few. The ones belonging to my favorite players Petey
and Jake. I rationalized this was a harmless fetish who harmed no one.

The remnants of summer tan contrasting with the whiteness of their butts
would make anyone shiver and pump precum. My cock was straining to get out
of my khaki shorts, as twelve boys meandered into the steaming
shower. Their rear ends and legs still mostly hairless though some showed
wispy dustings above their cocks.

Trying to look nonchalant, I watched as they washed away the sweat and
dirt. Like all boys, they splashed and teased as their soapy bodies
glistened. The guys' penises were primarily circumcised but a few were
uncircumcised and almost always erect.

Minutes later, the boys emerged from the showers, towels being snapped and
used as shields as their teen meat bounced. My erection now pumped fully
and outlined my shorts clearly. Putting my erection against the waistband,
I continued surveying the boys as they dried off. Coach Greg also watched
the boys from his office, his arms behind his head and unmistakable
enjoyment from the teens began redressing.

***

Pete re-clasped his thin gold cross necklace as he approached me, his
blonde hair still damp but styled meticulously.

"My aunt isn't here yet, mind if I stay over until she calls?"

"Sure thing, bud," I responded putting his arms around Pete's neck and
ruffling his hair out of place. I was accustomed to looking after Pete and
looked at it as part of my assistant coach obligations. Pete's aunt had
shown up one day and asked if it was too much to look after Pete after the
game. Gradually it turned from staying the night to staying the whole
weekend. Pete's aunt worked as a nurse in my OR. She clearly did not want
children and saw Pete as an obligation. Pete understood this and tried his
best to not be a burden.

Pete was, in a word, stunning. Just having turned twelve last week, he
looked even younger, and drop-dead gorgeous, if not actually pretty, as
young boys go. His light hair was neatly trimmed, though longish on the
top, and kind of swept forward, allowing short little strands to sweep onto
his forehead like short, soft bangs. His very soft looking eyebrows, nearly
bushy, caught my eye, as did his startling eyes, so very clear, and of a
shade nearly indistinguishable as the best cut emeralds: deep green but
with a sapphire tinge. His perfectly shaped little nose was cute as a
button, and his smallish ears were just barely framed by a small overhang
of the soft looking hair, and his mouth was a total show stopper, set off
with lush, full lips that looked so totally kissable they could easily have
served as the poster boy for a most kissable competition. I noticed his
hands, too, so slender, almost delicate, with sculpted fingers like that of
a sculptor or ENT surgeon. His complexion was pure peaches and cream, the
skin totally blemish free, with not a whisper of facial fuzz to be
seen. This sweet face, I thought, would not bear the harshness of a razor
anytime soon.

Pete waved to his best friend Jake and followed me to my Jeep with his
workout bag on his shoulder. I noticed he was wearing the same tattered
clothes and understood the income of a nurse couldn't compare to a
surgeon's. To placate my guilt, I treated the boy to some pizza, wings,
garlic knots, and a huge cup of soda.

Over the summer, both of us had gotten as close as brothers. Pete confided
all his problems to me like a big brother, I listened and reassured the boy
about life's obstacles. On nights where I have to study and prep for a
surgery. Pete would curl himself into a ball in front of the TV and leave
me to study. It was an imperfect situation, but it brought us closer.

I sure wasn't prepared for what this evening had in store for me. Lounging
next to each other watching an Archer rerun, Pete suddenly squirmed into my
personal space.

"Col, I don't think I can play travel this year..."

"What? You're the best point guard...you can't possibly consider this," I
said face-to-face with Pete.

"I don't have the money to pay the league and my aunt can't pay," Petey
sniffed, almost crying as he explained his situation. I studied his perfect
jawline, deep Italian green eyes, and long black eyelashes.

"We'll find a way."

"You gonna pay for me?" asked the green-eyed angel. His blonde hair framing
his face so beautifully, it was hard not to just cave and give him
everything.

"No. I won't just pay for you. But you can earn it, maybe do some yard work
or house cleaning. I'll pay you $20 for mowing my lawn." I smiled
struggling to tear my eyes away from Pete's.

The teen sighed, bowed his head, and sank further into Gene. " It's not
enough, I need $300 before next Saturday." After a pregnant pause, Pete let
out his darkest secret, "I can get a quick $30 for a handjob. I bolted up
and looked directly at Pete. Pete couldn't discern my expression. Was it
anger, confusion, lust, or something else?

"Pardon me?"

"I said," Pete mocked in a sardonic tone, " I CAN GET $30 FOR A HANDJOB." A
frown creased my face. Just as he thought he knew everything about Pete,
the teen surprised him again.

"You tricking for money?" I asked a hint of anger and disappointment
stained the question.

"Yeah...how do you think I paid for last travel season? It's ok, Jake and
I, we've been fooling around since before middle school...but he doesn't
need to trick like me..."

A new light suddenly radiated from Pete. He was no longer the innocent 7th
grader but a young teen hunk experienced in pleasure. Pete's probably got
plenty of John's since he was a looker. Silky blonde hair, parted to the
left, framed his flawless angelic face and his body was firm yet smooth,
still boyish but with clear muscular development.

"What have you done?" I asked, the shades of anger transforming into lust
and desire.

"Everything," Petey replied a twinkle in his green eyes, "I've sucked, been
sucked, fucked, and been fucked. Do you want to try me out? I could start
working for that travel league money..."

Flashes of faceless men mounting this Italian demigod invaded my cerebral
cortex as waves of dopamine and serotonin mixed with testosterone. Bringing
my flaccid cock to full attention as my pleasure center devoured the
helpless teen in front of him. I hadn't had sex with anyone besides my hand
for months and the thought of doing this twelve-year-old aroused me. The
fight between my ego begging me to stop and reassess and my id begging me
to sample the teen's flesh warred.

"I don't know Petey...you're not even legal...and..."

"What? You don't like this ass?" countered the teen whipping around and
flashing his ass at the tortured man. As the white boxer briefs snapped
back and hugging the firm mounds, I wanted nothing more than to spank him
for his indiscretions.

"Don't be a tease, Petey! I've seen your ass countless times..." I kept
telling myself I would not succumb to my id. Then as if dropping a load of
bricks, I grabbed Petey's slender waist and hauled the teen's body over
mine. Petey straddled the man, feeling the erection poke his inside
thigh. "Just this one time, Petey!" I tickled as I made him promise that
this would stay between the two and nobody, not even Jake would find out.

Petey smiled gleefully anticipating the warm intimacy. He promised but
crossed his fingers behind his back as he lightly kissed Colin's lips. Both
were horny. Colin was no model, but my dark black hair with a distinct
widow's peak and a tall slim frame made him better than most of Petey's
previous Johns. Colin kissed him back on his cheeks, then his lips,
traversing down to his neck, then back to his lips. This didn't feel like
the same sex-for-cash transaction. The time they spent together and the
care Colin doted on him made this experience new and exciting.

I nibbled on the boy's ear and fondled his tiny nipples under the Deerfield
basketball T-shirt which I slowly removed to reveal the teen's smooth
chest. The twelve-year-old enjoyed the slow seduction as presented by the
tent in his cotton sweatpants. I stood up and continued undressing the
teen. Methodically removing the left gold-toe sock, tickling the sole, and
sucking on the big toe. After repeating the same to Pete's right foot, I
slid my hands up to Pete's wait and pulled both cotton sweatpants and boxer
briefs on his skinny white legs. Pete was still hairless but his cock was
definitely one of a teen's.

Lowering my head between the teen's thighs and lapped at the hairless
scrotum. Pete spread his legs further and watched his cock respond
gracefully to my oral stimulation. I took my time between sucking each
testicle, then both, before moving to the perfect circumcised
prick. Flicking his tongue around the pink knob and bathing the shaft in
saliva. I hadn't fooled around with a guy since med school and I found this
exhilarating like biting from the forbidden fruit.

Pete mewed as his mentor parted his lips to engulf all of his 4-inch
boner. Typically, his clients preferred to get sucked and fuck him never
once thinking of his pleasure. Mesmerized by Colin's constant bobbing on
his young erection, Pete gasped as Colin swallowed both cock and balls. For
Colin, sucking the teen felt like the most natural thing in the world.

I stopped worshiping the boy's dick and slid my long tongue along the
perineum before finding Pete's heat emanating asshole. Pete couldn't handle
the new feelings and keeled sideways gasping for air.

"You OK bud?" I asked peaking between the preteen's legs. Pete grinned his
1000-watt smile and simply pushed my head back to his last task. Only Jake
had ever rimmed him and compared to Colin, he was less than
enthusiastic. Pete felt the tender pokes, the long licks, and the gentle
sucking which drove the preteen into waves of euphoria.

"MMMM...ahhhh." I replaced my tongue with my slender index finger and
returned to sucking the preteen's hard knob. I loved watching Pete squirm
and moan in pleasure but carefully watched the heaving chest intent on
stopping Pete before he blew his load. Pete could feel the edge
coming. "Take your shorts off, I gonna suck that big cock of yours," Pete
gasped as he felt his prostate poked.

Pete knelt down and smiled up as I unzipped my pants and took my polo shirt
off. My penis sprang forth and hit Pete on the cheek as a trail of pre-cum
connected both teen and man. I kept oozing pre-cum like a faucet as Pete
gripped the pole from the base, suctioned the head, and swallowed as much
of the eight-inch monster as he could handle.

This was inconceivable how a boy this handsome bring so much carnal
bliss. Just hours before he nailed the winning three-pointer and now he was
naked and worshiping an impossibly hard erection. The stiffness I felt the
guilt now long gone letting myself enjoy the soft small mouth greedily
sucking the length of my prick. Pete was clearly a professional,
simultaneously playing with my hairy testicles and using his tongue to
stimulate the sensitive head.

"Fuck my mouth as hard as you want!" Pete gasped, more of an order than a
request. I grabbed the back of Pete's head and slowly pulled his
head. Feeling my cock bump against the boy's tonsils, I pushed my cock
further as I invaded the boy's throat until my sweaty balls rested against
the spit covered chin.

My pubic hair dominated Pete's olfactory receptors. The musk similar to the
many men he'd blown but simultaneously different because this was Colin's
scent. I hoped I wasn't choking the boy but the sly smile with the huge
member in his mouth told me otherwise. Pete's slow bobbing changed to a
rapid stroke as I slammed my hard-on inside the warm cavern. The heavy
balls drenched in spit and smacking the teen's chin like a boxer's maize
ball. The little teen slut sure knows how to treat a cock.

The sheer bliss of pleasure was like fentanyl and morphine rolled into a
Maui sunset. There was nothing in the world better than feeding my cock to
a young hungry teen. For a quarter of an hour, Pete stroked and suckled on
my throbbing salami. I wanted to cum, shoot my load straight down Pete's
gullet but it's been ages since I fucked anyone's ass. Tonight might be it,
so he pulled out, just before his orgasm peaked.

"Come get your money's worth and stick it in my ass,"

I grinned and disappeared into the bedroom to get some lubricant and 10 mg
of Vicodin. I thought some lube to make the entry easier and the
hydrocodone to cut the pain. When he came back, Pete was already on my bed
holding his legs, his asshole winking invitingly. Pete took the painkiller
despite knowing the pain would be short-lived and the pleasure outweighed
the discomfort. I re-devoured that delicious hole as I greased my
cock. Taking my tongue off that perfect hole, I lubed the boy's puckered
hole and inserted a finger, poking the boys prostate to ensure I would hit
that spot once my cock replaced the finger. Placing the head of my cock in
front of the virginal looking hole, I pulled the boy's coltish legs and
applied steady pressure against the tight sphincter.

"Petey, I wanna try a little role-playing. I want you to be my baby bro and
let me be your big bro, OK?" Pete was unsure and nodded. Pete opened his
asshole and let the big cock burst and fill his rectum.

"Nooo...I mean--AHH-GAH! Fuck! Nonono...nono pleeeease stop. Take it
ooooout. Please!" Pete whimpered.

"Shut the fuck up, slut!" I growled, "You and I both know you need this."

"No! I don--t" Pete gasped, as the head of the mancock popped through. I
rested momentarily while the teen whimpered. "You...you...you're raping
me."

"Fuck yeah I'm raping you little slut," I grunted, pressing another inch
inside his tight fuck chute. "But you've needed my cock after every game."

"P-please, PLEASE, stop Colin," Pete whined,

"Now Petey," I hushed, leaning close to his face, "I saw you fooling around
with your teammates. I saw you whore your ass around school." I sank
another inch of adult cock into Petey's preteen cunt.

Petey's flushed face suddenly drained of color.

"You and I both know your aunt wouldn't be happy to hear about the whore
living under her roof," I grinned emphasizing it with a short jab of the
cock making Pete gasp. "So here's the deal, I don't tell your aunt that
your a dirty little slut who gets fucked, which means you'd be selling this
ass on the street..." Pete's eyes were wide and tearful. "And in exchange,
you give me access to your body, especially this tight boy ass," I said
sliding his full eight inches inside that moist hot cavern. Pete whimpered
tears welling in his eyes as I asked, "Deal?"

The seventh-grader gaped at me, his lip quivering slightly, "Um...well,
oh--okay, I guess," he muttered softly.

"Good boy," I said, smiling, and sinking another inch into him. "Good
little bitch boy." Pete whimper again, but I wasn't really looking at his
face anymore.

Reaching up to Pete's skinny shoulders to give me leverage as I stuffed the
last bit of mancock into his preteen boycunt. He could feel my thick adult
cock stretching open his tight fuck chute, and Pete was breathing heavily
as he struggled to accommodate my shaft. I could feel my full, heavy balls
resting against his smooth bottom.

I laid there relishing the buttery, hot tightness encasing my dick, from
balls to tip, in this slim middle school god. I whispered in Pete's ear,
"You're gonna remember this the rest of your life. This cock," I said,
flexing my dick inside him as he gasped, "the first time your big bro fucks
you, used you like the slut you are." I pressed against his cushiony little
ass, trying to get even deeper, his smooth skin contrasting against my
hairy one.

"Wrap your legs around me," I said.  Pete didn't even hesitate, hoping it
would make things go quicker. But I knew he instinctively knew that this is
what he needed. I moved my hips gently almost taking my cock out of the boy
before plunging the hard piece of flesh deep in Pete's bowels. Gradually,
bucking my hips faster, I mounted the boy until I could comfortably ram my
prick at a good pace. The skin of Pete's asshole was stretched all around
my thick cock like small red sucking lips. I never imagined the boy-whore
would be so tight. I fucked him hard and steady like he pleaded, pinning
his tensed little body into the cushion.

I lifted my head up again so I could look at his face. He has flushed
again, his eyes wet, but his mouth was open, forming an "o" as a glazed
gaze looked past me. I withdrew my cock until just the tip was inside, I
paused, letting the anticipation build. I could see it in his face. Then I
slammed forward, going balls deep in the underage boy before he could even
process it. I felt a whoosh of air leave Pete's lungs as I pushed my weight
into him, and his kidcunt clamped down, trying to expel me. But I was much
too domineering for him.

He whimpered again. "It really hurts," he grumbled.

"I know it does baby bro," I said, beginning to move a couple of inches of
cock in and out of him. "It's supposed to hurt. After all, I'm busting your
juicy cherry"

"Ch-cherry?" he said, stuttering from his nervousness, and his whole body
quivered as I thrust back and forth inside him. "Wh-wh-what's that?"

"Your virginity, Pete," I said. I could feel him wrap his arms around my
back and clutch at me as I began pistoning more rapidly. "I'm fucking your
virginity."

"O-ohhh," he said, followed by a few more whimpers as I drove my cock
deeper inside the kid. With Pete's legs and arms around me, and my arms
curled around his back and holding onto his shoulders, I possessed the
12-year old's body. And right around the time, I was thinking that I
noticed a distinct hardness forming beneath my tummy.

I reached down, and sure enough, my baby bro was hard. "See Pete?" I
said. "I knew were born to be fucked."

He blushed, if possible, even more. "Um...w-well, it's just, uh..." he
trailed off. "I dunno," he said, and turned his head side-to-side.

I turned his face back toward me. "You need this slut," I said. I reached
down and began stroking the seventh grader's four-inch boycock. His
cockhead already wet from the precum I was pounding out of him, and as I
began moving it up and down he leaned into my neck, suckled and moaned.

I continued fucking him but pulled his head back. "Look me in the eyes,
Pete," I said, and as he did. "You like this," I said. "Being fucked by a
man. Having your coach's cock shoved up your tight little ass."

"I-I dunno," he said blushing so deeply he was Ganymede reborn. I reached
down further and cupped his hairless little balls in my hand, squeezing
them gently, erotically. I could feel his boycock throb against my palm as
I pressed my dick fully inside him. Pete gasped.

"Yeah you do," I said. "You live for this Pete."

"Y--yeah," he said finally, aspirating his last inhibition. "Yeah," he
added, pulling me closer and whispering lovingly.

"You like being fucked," I said, running the head of my cock over his
prostates. I saw his eyes glass over as his body tried to process the
erotic sensations.

"Yes," he whimpered.

"Say it," I demanded, ramming my cock for emphasis. "Say you love getting
fucked, Pete."

He looked right at me. His cheeks burning red. "Shit! Uhh...I l-love,
um...I l-love getting fucked," he spits out, his entire breath expelled by
my mighty cock.

"And what does that make you?" I growled, smiling sweetly at my conquest.

He glared at me. He didn't want to say it. I moved my hand back up to the
shaft of his middle school boy prick then pressed my cockhead against his
button prostate.

"Petey, what does that make you?" I repeated a Cheshire smile teasing the
boy beneath me.

Pete grit his teeth. "A dir--" he cut himself off, grunting.

"Say it, Petey," I said.

"A dirty s--unnh," he whimpered as I drove my cock deeper inside him. "A
dirty slut!"

"You're a dirty slut, aren't you Petey?"

"Y-yeah, I'm...I'm a dirty slut," he softly moaned as I began pounding his
little ass harder. He kept repeating the words like a tantric mantra.

"You like being fucked?" I asked over his admissions.

"Oh god, yes Col, ye-yeah," he said, his whole body rocking now from the
force of my fucking.

"You need my thick fucking mancock inside your tight little boypussy?!" I
yelled like some priest to a whore.

"Yeeeeaaaahhhhh, I need, I need your c-- your c-cock in my ass," the middle
schooler said.

"That's not what call it," I growled wrapping my left hand around his
slender neck and squeezing. Pete's eyes bulged and his sphincter strangled
my cock.

Pete coughed then sighed as I slammed into him even harder. "I---I ne-need
your mancock in m-my, in my buh--- in my boypussy" he whimpered as I took
my hands off his neck and caressed his thin pale legs around my neck.

"Fuck YES you do little WHORE," I yelled, plowing him hard now, ramming my
dick full speed up his fuckhole. And every time I drove my cock in deep, I
could feel his tight boycunt expanding and sucking me deeper inside him. I
took both his hand and held them above his head, against the bed. His
smooth armpits were on display, and I'm sure the boy felt entirely exposed.

"I-I'm really close," he said quietly. "C-can you um, keep--"

"Fuck no, Pete," I said. "You're gonna learn to have the cum fucked out of
you." And I started slamming my body into the boy.

His sweet whimpers turned to moans before he started crying out again,
mostly in pleasure tinged with confusion. I leaned down, took a pale,
immature pink nipple in my mouth and started sucking and nibbling on it as
I kept plowing the impossibly tight ass.

Pete's cries rose up in volume and octave combined with an increase in BP,
heart rate, and breathing accelerated meant his orgasm was imminent.

I pushed myself back up, continuing to hold his hands above his head so I
could memorialize his body. His hairless balls bouncing with each of my
thrusts, his testes are drawn up into the scrotum, getting ready to release
their adolescent load. His boy cock angrily throbbed as I began hammering
his prostate.

Pete looked angelic with his heaving abdomen and chest highlighted by his
glistening wet right nipple. His pits were ever so slightly damp and
exuding that elusive boyish musk made me come down and lick them clean. His
sweaty, beaded forehead plastered his blond hair. The thin golden cross
twinkled and reminded me of the sins I'm committing.

Pete's legs were still wrapped around me, heels locked together and digging
into my back. I could feel Pete pressing his soft ass against me each time
I plunged inside. The boy wanted it.

"Look at me Pete," I growled. "Look at me right in the face."

The boy obediently complied. His heavy-lidded eyes rolling around.

"Keep your eyes open when you cum. Keep looking at me the whole time."

"Oh-okay," Pete gasped. "I'll try."

I started doing short, hard little rabbit-fucks right against where his
prostate was. That was all it took.Pete's face scrunched up, and I saw his
eyes briefly close, but then he remembered and they opened, with a lot of
effort, as the boy's mouth opened wide and I could hear him gasp in air.

Then Pete's back arched and his chest rose up into the air, he slammed his
boypussy down against the base of my cock. And screamed in ecstasy. I
watched his boydick throb, faster and faster until finally he shuddered
again and it began discharging its sweet, watery, essence. The
twelve-year-old boy ejaculated nearly as high as his left nipples on the
first try, and I drove my cock in hard to force his body to expel all the
boycum as far as it could. I was rewarded as the second and third squirts
nearly reached the first, and while nearly clear in the way many young
boys' semen is, Pete completely drenched his midsection.

As Pete came down from his orgasm, his snug little ass clamped down even
harder on my mancock that there was no way I could hold back any
longer. With my last ounce of effort, I took my hands off of his. I swiped
across his chest, gathering up as much boy spooge as I could on my fingers
and brought it to his open mouth. Like a good slut, he sucked it clean.

Meanwhile, my other hand had gone down to his hip, where I braced his body
as I slammed my cock deep inside him. Between my hand on his hip and my
other hand now closed around his neck, I held the seventh grader still as I
used him, used his body as my own personal cum receptacle. Bastille day
fireworks erupted as I drove my mancock deep inside until finally,
blissfully, I felt the head of my dick expand and exploded. My balls
carrying a week's worth of semen rocketing up my shaft and out, deep
inside, baptizing Pete's boypussy with mancum.

I began rocking my cock gently in and out as I rode the come-down from my
orgasm, I was counting six, seven, eight spurts and now still dribbling,
still stuffed way up inside the twelve year old's boycunt, fucking amazing
and I could still feel the little slut's ass milking my mancock as my load
marked him for life. Pete and I were now bonded as he took my essence
inside him.

I collapsed down on top of Pete, wrapping his body in mine and feeling his
slippery chest, glazed with boyjuice and sweat, pressing against mine as I
held him tight, still inside him. Never taking my cock out, I kissed his
sweaty forehead and asked that we end our little role play. As we both came
down from the sheer bliss, Pete shot me an angry glare before snuggling
closer to me. I could tell he hated the way I spoke to him and how helpless
he felt but I totally loved it.

Extricating myself gently from my Italian angel, I showered and checked for
any pages. Only Pete's aunt sent me a text asking if I could look after him
until her shift ended. Feeling complete and whole for the first time in
ages, I drew a blanket over Pete and returned to my kitchen counter and
began reading journals and

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