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Arga was standing in the rain, shirtless, trying to drag the branch away from his father’s motorbike. He was shivering.

A week later, a storm hit Yogyakarta. Rain fell in thick, grey sheets. The mango tree groaned. In the middle of the night, Rizky heard a crash. He ran outside to find that a branch had fallen, crushing the fence between his yard and Arga’s. cerita gay

“Riz,” Arga whispered. “I have wanted to hold your hand for two years.” Arga was standing in the rain, shirtless, trying

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