Honesty is a dangerous trait when it accompanies primal passion and raw lust. Those might be the words of a character I write, or they could be mine. Where does one end and the other begin? Or, is it possible, they are one and the same? Writing may be the only safe way to explore one’s sordid side. Then, again, that may not be it at all. It’s all about risk and reward.
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