"A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has its price-tag on." — Marcel Proust
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"This is getting tiring, not another date" Ben sighed as soon as he found himself summoned by those annoying grim reapers once more. Both were staring at him with a gaze that didn't look that joyful- guessed they had a bad day.
"Just so I make it clear, I'm straight," He informed them before things got out of hand like Jeremy's - though he was solely responsible for that one. If he had not been on that mission, he wouldn't have gotten entangled with Jeremy 0emotionally.
Ben knew he was not dead, so he had it planned, the moment he returned to his body, he was leaving. This mission messed with his body and mind; he ended up doing things he had sworn off; he needed a break and fresh air from all this madness. But the most important of all, he had to reset his sexual orientation; he was not gay.
