"What if ..."

Justin found the Sketch

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“Brian?”

“Yeah?”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you bought my sketch…I knew it was you.”

“Who said I bought it?”

“It’s right over there by the closet, dummy.”

“Fuck.”

“So? Why keep it a secret?”

“Every fabulous fag should have a portrait of himself in his home.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“Oh, come on, Sunshine – you would have gone off on me about being a charity case and all that bullshit. Besides, it’s a great piece…matches my furnishings. I would have bought it even if I didn’t know the artist.”

“That’d be creepy.”

“Maybe – or maybe it could have been done by some desperate queen artist creating whack-off material?”

“Fuck you.”

“Except you, of course.”

“Good save.”

“Well, are you gonna fuck me or not?”

“You say the most romantic things, Brian.”

Fin

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