[02.15.04]-[6:52 p.m.]
I want to.... i don't know.
I still can't shake this feeling that something happened here last night. I know it's ridiculous. But since when did probability enter into feeling.
Scott's coming over, we're maybe going to go bowling. I sort of want to fuck him. I shouldn't, and I won't, but again, there's nothing stopping me. Dexter might even be happy about it. Maybe not with Scott, but with someone.
Someone. And what does any of it mean?
What?
Fuck.
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