All Kinds of Love
Nathaniel looked down, sheepish.
“I’m...I’m,” he stuttered.
“It’s okay, just say it,” I coaxed.
“Just think for a minute about what you want to say, and then say it,” I suggested.
Nathaniel nodded, pale face turning a shade or two healthier.
“I’m car sexual.”
So I did what anybody would have done: I bought him a car.
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