Date: 2010-03-27 05:49 pm (UTC)
Guy laughed loudly (disregarding his close position to Anatoly's face). "No, I suppose not. He's such a mood-killer. In fact, only talking of him is making me sulk." So, he fixed it by kissing him again, and tugged at his shirt with a free hand.
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Anatoly Valeriovich Sergievsky

The Grandmaster

Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions

-- Where I Want To Be (Chess)

The Crazy Wheel

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