Glory; From My Lowest
For Otis and her coffee.
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He leans his elbow on the armrest on the door and cups his chin in his hand; mulling over things. Like the way Adam sneaks glances at him when he thinks he isn’t looking. Or the way he sighs when he thinks Tommy is asleep.
Adam, Tommy, mornings, and coffee.
Fluff.
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He leans his elbow on the armrest on the door and cups his chin in his hand; mulling over things. Like the way Adam sneaks glances at him when he thinks he isn’t looking. Or the way he sighs when he thinks Tommy is asleep.
Adam, Tommy, mornings, and coffee.
Fluff.
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