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The Yellow Circle By Sam Szanto

I introduced Anthony to Eau Sauvage on his birthday. Wearing it would perfect him; make him elegant, smooth his edges. He could wear it with a suit. In my dreams, it would make him speak with a French accent. On the day, I took Anthony for dinner at Le Salon Privè. He suggested a drink

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Inaccrochable By Sam Szanto

April 2020 Confettied by cherry blossom, I wait for his call. He would laugh at the self-created romantic picture, I think. How I miss that laugh. Every evening for the past month, my lover has rung between six and ten past six. I save my once-permitted daily exercise for this time. He is always finishing

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