Two men.
I'm typing with two men that I love. Adore. Quite possibly idolize.
Maybe not "idolize." That's taking obsession to a different level.
How meaningless and trivial we deem instantaneous conversation. Each live in locations that would prove difficult for one-on-one correspondence at 12:30 in the morning, yet here I sit, gleeful and giddy at their words of wit and companionship.
Oh, who am I kidding?
It's 12:30.
We're dazed; it's like I'm talking to stoners. But funny stoners.
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