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A review by poultrymunitions
The Boy Who Came In From the Cold by B.G. Thomas
1.0
Autoimmune response.
One friend described this as refreshingly male; another said it worked for her as if it were a virus that somehow infected her without triggering any antibodies.
Me? I was Mr. T-cell from page one.
Odd ruminations on how expensive things are; clumsy interjections from POV subconscious thought—what are you, a queer?; baffling motivations; the word 'shitfire' four times on the same page; head-hopping in the same chapter; grating female characters; logic-fails and dafuqery throughout; a big beefy muscle head who goes to bed naked under an oversized nightshirt like a slutty cheerleader at a sleepover in a porno inspired by a John Hughes film.
I wanted to like this.
My body was not ready.
One friend described this as refreshingly male; another said it worked for her as if it were a virus that somehow infected her without triggering any antibodies.
Me? I was Mr. T-cell from page one.
Odd ruminations on how expensive things are; clumsy interjections from POV subconscious thought—what are you, a queer?; baffling motivations; the word 'shitfire' four times on the same page; head-hopping in the same chapter; grating female characters; logic-fails and dafuqery throughout; a big beefy muscle head who goes to bed naked under an oversized nightshirt like a slutty cheerleader at a sleepover in a porno inspired by a John Hughes film.
I wanted to like this.
My body was not ready.