We were gorgeous young things there for a while. No, we were, beautiful. Dancing under the lights. All of us, we were all handsome. Sexy, hot boys. It was my own private Queer as Folk. Guys wanted us, wanted to be with us, be us. The love flowed and time stood still and we fucked ourselves stupid.
None of us knew exactly what that moment meant.
I don't think it ever occurred to us that it would never come again.
That was it, that was the moment.
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