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After meeting Tin Kimple, Wolf says to himself, “I’ve been out of love for all these years…And now I’m starting to question what love is.” He sits at his desk, fingers a Precision ink pen between two fingers, looks at an unremarkable house on an unremarkable road in Sewickley for his unremarkable clients. It’s boring work today. Nothing exciting. Nothing fun. Humdrum s**t.
Truth is: it used to be butterflies, rainbows, and unicorns between the two men. Fluff-stuff for maybe the first six months. Exceptional bliss. Soul mates living their lives out together. Rum-butter candy pieces that melt in mouths. Flowers and gifts every few days. Hallmark beauty at its finest. Dances along the rivers. Close walking on city streets in the rain. The perfect romance between two men who had fall
