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Anonymous File :-(, x)
I cant. His voice grated, rough and hoarse, like a stone being pulled across metal. This, he said, palms brushing over Speeds waist with the faltering, feather light motions of a fist kiss. Im more than just Rex, or Racer X. Youve heard of Richie Donovan, but I was twenty more men before that. Even I dont always know who I am. And X is the one that wants you Speed, wants you too much for anything good to come of it, but he doesnt know you and doesnt understand anything more than a quick fuck. Rex
. Xs voice shivered. He
I
.fuck Speed. I want you too, want everything that comes along with that, but Im not Rex anymore, it isnt right, and X doesnt
doesnt know how.
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