| [Jun. 12th, 2008|03:24 am] |
"I'm seventeen," Kotetsu growled, scowling. He was totally not a late bloomer in any sense of the word. He was downright perfect in the growth scale, the intelligence scale, the whole works, for a gay guy his age. So there.
"And I don't like racks." Why were they called racks anyway? It sounded like a totally weird thing to call it. Racks didn't bounce. |
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