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Jun 2020
She was never gorgeous, never subtle in her seduction, yet i was rapt. Time and again i would raise a bleary eye from the depths of some god awful toilet bowl i had cradled half the night and wonder what i saw in her. An hour later, wiping ***** from the hair under my lip, she would be all i could taste. She was a Friday night ***** that was still there Monday mornings. She pillaged my wallet and ***** my balance. She undermined my politeness making me feel less afraid but she was never gorgeous
Written by
Damien Poirier
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