Ignoring our classmates who were all reveling in my misfortune, I wrapped my arms around Joey’s neck and tried to help him free me from the sink. “Shit,” he muttered. “You really are stuck.” “I t-told y-you,” I strangled out, clinging to him like a drowned cat. “G-get me o-out of he-here!” “I’m trying,” he bit out. “It’s your ass.” “If you s-say that m-my ass is f-fat, I’m g-going to s-scream.” “Your ass is perfect.” Reaching up to grease his hands with washing-up liquid from his hair, he tried and failed to unwedge my hips. “It’s this goddamn sink that’s the problem.” “Jo-joe…” “Hang on a
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