It had become an addiction. There was no other way to describe it. He loves it. He loves the way his heart pounds frantically as he tiptoes past his parents room, keeping his steps light and silent, so as not to give himself away. Loves the way his bare feet feel slightly chilled against the cold linoleum as he makes his way to the garage, using
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