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Chapter 5: Gage and Dax-2
Armin, Just, and I became blitzed that evening, which was no exaggeration whatsoever on my part. Katy Perry, Kanye West, Florence and the Machine, The Black Keys, Taylor Swift, and Arcade Fire roared from the DJ’s sound system. We danced for the almost three hours. I met Dax out the blue. He was a mechanic with a six-two frame, weighed 200 pounds, had a hairy chest, and thick a muscular build. He had onyx-colored hair—just what I liked in a man—and was a bear for my taking, and for my article. He swooped me into his arms and spent half the night with me. I was taken back to his apartment that overlooked the dark and deep Allegheny River. And there inside his glass windows and lumber railings, next to his stone fireplace and Frank Lloyd Wright balcony, I was asked to ride him, face to face
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