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Zach put a big bandage over my new tat and gave me care instructions for the next few days. We elbow bumped as we were leaving and Zach said to Jim, “You take good care of that boy.”
At the same time, I replied, “He does.” And Jim said, “I will.”
We walked to Jim’s truck in silence and got in with me taking my place in the center seat next to Jim. Both of us were pondering the import of what had just happened. Jim and I had effectively just made our gay marriage vows, courtesy of Reverand Zach.
Jim put his truck in gear and I held onto his arm as we drove back to our place…
To be concluded…
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