The smell of sulfur, of someone lighting a match, makes its way into my lungs as I sit on a sofa, having failed to keep up with Amy. I convince myself it’s for the better, listening to mediocre music and watching people.
“It’s a beautiful night tonight.”
“I told him to go to hell.”
“I bought them down [...]
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The night continues to improve. Maybe.
There have been no more blow job stories. From Amy or anyone else.
A crowded, noisy den as people wander in and out and I find myself wanting to up the ante knowing it won’t be long until I have to leave. Or at least go outside. I won’t have to [...]
