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entirely unbuttoned shirt which left in sight a
tuft of curly black
hair with went up to his well-formed pectorals. I truly did not
remember that Julian was like that.
- You must be Paul's son, ain't ya? - said to me shaking my hand while
he entered the house with a carefree step carrying his case.
His crushing security made me feel astonished. I had never felt like
that when I was with a man. Whenever I was with a man, I felt
easy-going because I felt similar to them, but with Julian at that very
moment was different. In a way, he represented whatever I was not.
Without waiting to be invited to enter, Julian crossed the corridor and
asked me where his room was. Without knowing exactly why because that
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