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Thirst Trap By R.W. Clinger Let’s get something straight: I like JD Lawson. A little too much. And yes…I admit, I’m in love with him. But he might not be attracted to me. Listen to me, kid, here and now: I’m Joey Pollard, and I’m thirty-three years old, and I’m telling you right now, clear as the black night without any of its glittering stars, JD is straight. Everything about him. Everything. We’ve been friends now for almost six years. Best friends. We tell each other the secrets of the world. All the ins and outs of life. The mysteries of the heart. Trust me, I know. I swear. I swear. * * * * I’m getting ahead of myself and have to slow down. I do this a lot. Enjoy a breather. Calm down. Breathe. Just breathe. My doctor, Larry Bodine, says, “Joey, your heart has a few extra beats.