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"Oh, hey, I know someone who changed his whole life with this book. There is a great candle spell in the back.' The clerk blurted out as he bagged it up.
"Well thanks again." Jonas quickly walked to the door, feeling awkward.
When he settled into his desk at home, he casually set the book aside. It was buried under a pile of papers on his desk forgotten.
It had been several months since he had went young boy bondage on a date or met anyone who he was interested in. The need to be discreet and his loaded work schedule made it difficult to get out and socialize.
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There was a small machine printed piece of paper in the wrapping paper. The note read "Find your perfect lover, Astral Spell candles."
"O.K., this is weird." Jonas sighed, bewildered, and ran a shaking hand through his short brown hair. His light brown eyes fell on a corner of the book he had purchased then tossed aside without a second thought.
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"Come in!" shouted a friendly masculine voice from the depths of the house.
The some hesitation, Jonas opened the creaky screen door and stepped inside. "I'm in here," said the voice, "making a drink."
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