Lucius Bod | Rogue Diary

I don't know how different it will be to make friends where you are. My story was an accident: a man who offered me a drink when I had just moved in invited me over to his apartment. Seven years later, it's some friendship. I should wish you

It all started with a doubt. Who could have known that you and I would last this long? Decades into our story, we finally sit down to draft our will & testament due diligence documents, the penultimate act before death. This is how much we mean to each

I am quite afraid of being less keen than my lover when I listen to our favorite songs to enjoy whilst lounging in his flat, and to be called dead to rights on my snobbery in my choice of beats when I summon Alexa to switch a song.

As he enters his flat at midnight, the hallway light is turned on with apprehension. He knows where the knives are if there's an intruder. No one tonight. He wipes his feet on the mat, which reads: "Not You Again!" in a bold Helvetica font, then follows that