“Oh jesus,” said Harry as he watched them arrive. “Don’t look my love, you’ll have a conniption.” He clapped one hand over Hugo’s eyes, where they both sat at the outdoor table under a sun umbrella, cups of coffee and eggs on toast. “But then again, what’s a beautiful summer’s morning in Gold Hill without lesbians fucking in the flowerbeds now, let’s be honest. Do you want some eggs, darlings?”
— Nov 23, 2025 12:20PM
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