eighteen holes of dark
She said: “There’s this cigarette lying in the ashtray he’s staring at, so I said, You can finish it if you like.” So I reached out at exactly the same moment she did, only I was quick enough to grab the lighter instead. She continued: “How’s this. We’re in bed and he knows I sleep naked out of preference and out of some sort of sexual expectation. And he’s always all over me saying things like, You shouldn’t tempt me like this – like I’m responsible for his feelings! He always says, You know, I love talking, just talking to you, but sometimes I wish that we’d got nothing left to say, and you’d just fuck me. Sadness is sweeter in safety than sorrow”
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