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Life Story: The Third Drop

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I noticed him but he chose not to notice me. After he had dropped his mobile phone on the floor for the third time, he realised that he had to say something.

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This entry was posted in Life Story and tagged boy, gay life, gay love, gaylife, Journal, life, lifeislife, lifestory, loveislove, my words, Words, Writing, youth on December 1, 2025 by Delicto.

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