What I think about the "gays" on SP.net

To tell you guys the truth, I'm probably the gayest poster on these forums.

"Which end of a chocolate cornet do you eat first?" "Hm... from the head, I suppose." Mark had a quizzical expression on his face, much like a confused rabbit in a pet store approached by a child for the first time. "By the way, which end is the head the narrow end or the wide end?" "I was thinking that this end, the narrow one, would be the head," replied Greg in his typically smug manner. "Oh you~" Mark clenched his teeth into a wide smile with his dimpled complexion showing as he rubbed his fist in Greg's hair as he locked Greg's head in place with his left arm. Mark and Greg found themselves laughing themselves to the floor.

Now, this was but a far distant memory reverberating through Mark's mind like the echoes of the billowing waves on the water faintly heard as he sat upon the sandy shores of the beach waiting. Waiting for his beloved Mark to be reunited with him in a distant time and space. Long gone were the merry days of their frolicking through all the flowers, ukulele playing, sand castle building, and daily interactions that he treasured so deeply in his heart. Mark never thought he would see the day where Greg would leave to never come back again. The cry of seagulls echoed through the beach as the waves crashed while Mark sat on the lonely beach, trying to make sense of the loss in his life still since "that day". The day that Greg had died of terminal cancer. Mark felt like a very portion of his heart had been torn out and he was left to painfully endure the torment of living. The rising and setting of the sun for the moon to come out and soon disappear felt endless to Mark. God knows how long time had gone by since that day. Was it months? Years? Decades? Centuries? Millenniums? Eons? Greg let the smoke from his cigarette rise to the vermilion sky with the sun stretched across the horizon. "Funny," he thought. It was Mark who had taught him to smoke cigarettes, but it always stung in his mouth and burned every time he tried. Greg would always let out his high-pitched laughter every time Mark couldn't do it; and pat him on the back. "Greg always knew what to say too," thought Mark. Greg always thought Mark looked cool when he was smoking. To this day, it still stings Mark; but it's the least he can do for that person.

Suddenly, a voice called out. "Mark! Mark!" shouted a distant, nostalgic voice. No, it couldn't be. It was probably another echo from days dead like the falling and crumbling ashes falling from Mark's cigarette. Mark let out another puff. Suddenly, rapid footsteps could be heard. One after the other with increasingly louder pitter-patters. Suddenly, Mark felt arms around his neck and stroking his hair.

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"Mark, you haven't changed a bit. Come 'ere, you~" "Hey, that tickles!" Suddenly, laughter fell upon Mark and Greg. They finally found calmness and sat down. "Greg, it's been such a long time," Mark said with a bright red color on his face as his mouth curled into that of a puppy dog. Mark was always one damn smug bastard, but here, he felt as if he were stripped of his clothes in public. Is this what time does to people, thought Mark.... [TO BE CONTINUED]

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Old pasta that I've made slight modification to reflect the current situation. Man, I can't believe you guys forgot all about the most obvious answer.