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New story: My first attempt at fan fiction...Sgt Snorkel develops feeling for the poetic Plato https://chubcheckers.blogspot.com/2026/03/sgt-snorkels-revelation.html… Please share and enoy!
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Stories of Older Men and Desire... http://chubcheckers.blogspot.com
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The dirt path wound through the woods, dappled with late afternoon sunlight. The summer air hung heavy, thick with the smell of pine needles baking in the heat, the sharp tang of sap. Cicadas buzzed somewhere in the trees, their endless drone filling the silence between father and son. Graham walked beside his father, though neither of them seemed sure how close they ought to be. Every so often,…
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