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Pioneer Square
Seattle, Washington
“Thank you, Mr. Trahn.” Lucas always called him that. Not as if he was being formal, but rather as if using Jeremy’s first name was too mundane an action to be tolerated. “You are a wonder.”
“It was just a router block. Use that new software I installed and it should be fine.” Jeremy did his best not to blush in front of Lucas. The man had surfed so much porn that the service provider had shut down his user. Jeremy had created a hidden account and permanently installed a VPN as part of Lucas’ boot-up to hide his identity in the future.
“I need inspiration for my art,” Lucas waved at the canvases stacked up against the wall.
Jeremy was unsure what that much porn had to do with the strange steel-colored geometric shapes on the canvases lined around
