One moment, I was just sitting on some overturned trashcans,
tweeting to a friend.
The next, I was still sitting there but my thumb had stopped
moving as he just flashed into being, landing roughly on the concrete. It would
have hurt anyway, but since he was naked, it looked like it hurt that much
more.
“You OK?” I managed.
He slowly sat up, rubbing various parts of his body. “Date?”
“Uh… I don’t date guys who walk around naked.”
“No, the day and year!”
I told him, and he smiled.
“I made it! Finally, I can have some privacy!”
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