Love and Shkulaktoss

WARNING: This story is for readers over the age of 18.

I further advise all prospective readers that the matter of this story is at times both oversentimental and ridiculous. Prospective readers with strong preferences on this type of content are therefore advised to indulge or abstain from the content presented here as fits their preferences. It is largely written in the wake of a painful breakup while lacking for sleep and compensating for it in wine, and posted on a Sunday morning with only perfunctory editing before sobriety and self-consciousness can whisk it away into the slush pile.

In sum: all bets are off; it's about to get all lovey-dovey up in here, people.

DISCLAIMER: One character in this story uses a word that is, more or less, a malapropism of a slur used against people who prefer same-sex partners. The character in question is a bad person and the use of this unfortunate term is one of his many transgressions. The threat of coerced sex also comes up, although it never comes to fruition. Readers who are strongly triggered or offended by seeing such words in print or such threats are advised to proceed at their own discretion.

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