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“Friends?” I scoff. “Matt, I’ll be spending the next year of my life manifesting the shit out of you losing your testicles by an inmate you meet on your first day in jail after committing one of your felonies you seem to find joy in.”
Yes Girl!!!
“You’re terrible at giving oral, you couldn’t find my clit if it knocked you on the nose, and your penis is crooked, and not in a good way. It felt more like trying to wrangle a bent pencil in my vagina than getting pounded by a beefy salami.” “Oh, fuck off.” He points his finger at me. “I made you come every goddamn time.” “It’s called faking it, Matt.”
Yes! Love this rage.
“Yes, your house is nice. You, on the other hand, just popped out of Satan’s asshole, and I’d rather not share a living space with a fiery anus. Thank you very much.”
“Age gap is in.”
Maggie
“Oh damn.” She snaps her finger in irritation. “And here I was about to stir your coffee with my nipple. What is a girl to do now?”
Hattie
“No matter where you are in the world, you can always depend on the stars to keep you grounded, to remind you that you might be away from home, but you’re still connected under the umbrella of the sky.”
“Not for a while unless you want me having children out of wedlock.” “I don’t care how you have them. Impregnate a giraffe for all I care. I just want great-grandchildren. I’m not getting any younger, you know. I broke my hip. Do you know what that means? I’m dying in six months.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “If you’re dying in six months, how could I possibly give you great-grandchildren if it takes at least nine months to make one?” “I don’t know. You have your ding-a-ling that’s been around the block. Any accidents happen?” Jesus Christ, did they give her an upper today? “No accidents, Gran. I always wrap up.” She huffs her disappointment. “Well, that’s upsetting. I’m going to die without great-grandchildren.”
Hattie: Dear God, Mags . . . he’s here. Maggie: Who? Hayes? Hattie: YES! And he’s on stage, about to sing a freaking song. Maggie: What are the odds? Just when you claim you can escape his music. It’s almost as if an author is fucking around with your life, pulling all the strings.
Meta much?😆
“Do I want to fuck you until you don’t have a voice anymore? Of course.” I gulp. “But I want to do it when you’re ready.”
I would melt if someone said this to me.
“How did you know that?” I ask. “Because I listen to you.”
the most romantic thing a partner can say
