Rye - pt. 6 - YAOIPart SixRye - pt. 6 - YAOI
"They say there is no rest for the wicked, but I will rest tonight knowing that there are those more wicked than I."
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Rainwater had turned the sidewalks to streams. The gutters ran with swollen tendrils of water spotted with chunks of wood and paper swept up by the flow. Those who dared brave the persistent downpour found themselves blocked by flooding traffic, the cars turned into virtual boats that skittered and swerved over the thin film of water that blanketed the concrete. Faces were replaced with carbon-copy black umbrellas that bobbed like the debris floating in the gut
Calisto lol
Why am I doing this?
Neutral
