You and me are not friends, OK?

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With “barbecue” in one ear and “chips” in the other, that is how a goddess comes

with one calf cramped and a finger up her ass; a goddess comes for twenty minutes

 

only when the seventh record has been turned over, convinced that laboring

so closely over your face will kill you in a minute, does she relieve herself

 

with a huffled and casual motherfuck.

 

The probity of her pussy satisfies all curiosities. “Whatever, baby—let’s try it.”

 

Doritos might be a distraction but don’t be confused about how they work: you gotta eat.

I said this. I did this, without pseudonym,

 

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Simone White is the author of Unrest, House of Envy of all the World, and Dolly.

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