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Making Dylan Maxwell

by Moxie Mezcal


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copyright 2009 Moxie Mezcal




(SIDE A)

LABYRINTHINE




It was somewhere around 2:00 am, and I was on top of the roof, watching about three dozen of the city's best and brightest stand around and freeze their asses off. And, truth be told, I was enjoying the spectacle, even though it meant I was freezing my own off right along with them.

The anemic, refugee-thin heiresses shivering in their barely-there party dresses. The effete dot-com executives in thousand-dollar "distressed" jeans trying to look unaffected by the cold that's cracking their lips and shriveling their dicks. It warmed my spiteful, jealous little heart.

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