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Mike was writing. It was really late since he needed some pages done by... today. He didn't have any ideas for the plot so only after a week, that meant today, he started to write. And he was half through it. So far he didn't eat at all and didn't drink anything... too busy with the things inside his head that wanted out. Michael even mumbled to himself while writing, his mind wholy into it.
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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