this is a fragment.
they met at a quiet rave party in central park amidst the snow.

he vaguely remembers it like an almost explosion of an almost wet-dream.
it’s there but not quite there yet.

fuck. it’s like a stifled sneeze.

he felt a hand caressing him in his erogenous zones. the hand was good. fuck. it feels great. fuck.

someone whispered: you are never gonna wake up.

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