We’d hiked up into the hills again, chitchatting the whole time about air travel, then TV shows, then funerals. We stopped to look at the view and catch our breath and he took his sweater off, and as he pulled it over his head his T-shirt lifted, too, and in front of me was his chest. I don’t want to describe it. I’ll just say that there were only a few…
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