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    He only clicked the Paramours folder because it was there. He would take anything that explained why he’d been turned and left to suffer the growing pains on his own. Over 200 image files appeared, sorted by date. He sighed, scrolled, and opened the first one his cursor landed on.

    What the fuck?

    Armand in a faded AC/DC shirt. Daniel knew he had that exact shirt buried in the back of his closet. Old and worn with holes along the seams. A sleep shirt, a comfort he’d never been able to get rid of. Why would Armand have it? And, more fucking notably, why was his own goddamn self out cold against Armand’s side?

    (Or: Daniel opens the Paramours folder. Memories ensue.)

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