Bastian The Strange (Fiction)

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No doubt about it—he was a dark, strange man with a quiet sort of dominance that bordered on cruelty.

A Clockwork Orange fuck you in the ass on a public park bench near a bar at midnight until the blood rushes to your head, and sings in your ears, and all you can do is scream his name kind of man.

Sexy. Enigmatic. Moody.

Beautiful. Wonderful.

Strange.

 

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