“No,” Tony whined. “It’s hot, Gibbs. Hot.”
“I know, Tony, I’m not temperature impaired.”
Tony turned toward his lover, using the door of the freezer to waft cool air toward him. “Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then why won’t you get an air conditioner?”
It was a continuing argument for the two men. Gibbs was comfortable in any
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