All I can say is we parted very amicably. I rented out my childhood home (which was now mine, as my father had backed out of the driveway for the final time a few years earlier) to a bunch of students until, six years later, Barbra asked me how I would feel if her new lover, a massage therapist named Lilian who was barely twenty years old, were to move in with us. By the time my mother died I was already living with Barbra. Barbra was fifteen years older we’d met when I was seventeen and my mother had just been hospitalized for the second time- I’ll leave the psycholog- ical interpretation up to you, Mr. The truth was that I’d only been in one long-term relationship before Yena. But I thought: I’ll let her believe that, it’ll probably make me more attractive to her. “So that’s a yes, then,” she said, and because we both laughed I thought everything was fine. It had been years since I’d taken down the Green Day posters and photos of skateboarders, rolled them up, and planted a kiss on them before they disappeared into the storage drawer of the brand-new double bed, and there, in that slightly-too-pimpish four-poster bed, I was now making the fatal mistake of just grinning stupidly at Yena’s comment about lots of girls. We were lying in what had once been my teenage bedroom. “You’ve probably been with lots of girls, haven’t you?” Yena said the first time she spent the night at my place. We’d met at the call center (I told you I’d been much too friendly there, didn’t I?) and had been together for exactly one year, seven months of which we’d spent living together in the house I inherited from my mother. I was originally supposed to start on Monday, but the only time Yena could meet me for a drink that week was Monday afternoon at three p.m., so I traded that first shift before I’d even really begun-I thought it was a miracle they didn’t fire me there and then. My first real working day at Hexa was a Tuesday. In the following passage, social media and love intersect, and characters consider the differing pressures of work and womanhood. I've also provided links to my completed comics below.The following is an exclusive excerpt from We Had to Remove This Post, by Hanna Bervoets. You can find comics using the tag system, and finding the title of the comic you're looking to find. Illustrations will be uploaded here as I finish them, and to my other galleries a month after completion. This page is also where you'll be able to view sketches and finished illustrations before anywhere else. Comics will be uploaded here first for patrons to enjoy, and then made available to purchase for non-patrons once they have concluded. I'm aiming to make a minimum of three comic pages a month, with themes ranging from gay, straight, bi, and some weird stuff inbetween. Most if not all of my content will be of a pornographic nature, made for adults age 18 and up.
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