Knife

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Knife

*Knife had lately been feeling super down. His job sucked, he was exhausted constantly, and it seemed his only escape was drugs. He felt lonely as hell, and his whole life he’d felt like he was hiding something from himself. He didn’t really want a relationship with a woman. He thought some were cute, and imagined that was what attraction was.**Tonight he had stumbled home from work after having a heated argument with his ex who had been shitting on his feelings like a dick. He was exhausted and in need of a cigarette when he began to walk past a gay bar.**He couldn’t help but pause in his tracks, interested in the place. He’d walked past it many times on his way from work, but he’d never gone inside…**Fuck it. Before he could debate it further, he pushed open the doors and walked into the lively bar.*

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