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Abby Jimenez
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September 2 - September 3, 2025
Cooter.
“One time when I was eight, my mom left for the weekend, but she didn’t come back. She’d left me twenty dollars, and there was some food in the pantry. But a week went by. Then another week. Then three and the food ran out. When she did this in the winter or the fall, I’d eat at school. I’d always save some of my lunch and take it home so I had something to eat on the weekend, but this time it was the summer. The neighbor had this garden in her yard and I was so hungry that I couldn’t sleep and I went over there in the middle of the night and I dug up her carrots. All of them. I took them home
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Sometimes the best way to show love or be kind to someone is to meet them where they are.” “Literally? Or figuratively?” She paused with the spoon in her hand. “Both.”
It was like there was no peaceful place to exist, no emotional safe space. I could have chaos, or I could have worry. I could be in the tornado, or I could be in the eye. But I could never be out of the storm. It was so, so exhausting to live this way and I had always lived this way because when it came to my mother, I didn’t know how to not care. I never felt calm except for the fleeting time her perfume was strong and I knew she was okay.
He peered over at her. “You said you haven’t seen her in almost two years?” “Yeah.” “Weird she isn’t spending more time with you.”
I’m thinking your bathing suit looks too tight and it looks uncomfortable like it’s going to leave lines on your skin. I’m thinking about what those lines would look like when you take it off—not in a sexual way, but also sort of in a sexual way.”
I’m thinking that you do smell a little like sweat, but that I like it for some reason.
“You like the way I smell?” I grinned.
“I’ve never kissed someone for the sake of breaking a curse before,” I said. “Me either.” “Good. We’ll be unencumbered by technique.”
“There are only two types of relationships my mom gets into. The ones where they ruin her life and the ones where she ruins theirs.”
“You know, if you would have told me yesterday that today I’d be sitting half naked in a million-dollar yacht with you, I wouldn’t have believed it,”
“Maybe home isn’t a place. Maybe it’s a person.”
“So what do you want to watch?” I asked, hoping she couldn’t feel my heart racing, though I was pretty sure she could.
Being broken is not an excuse for bad behavior, you still have to make good choices and do the right thing. But it can be the reason. And sometimes understanding the reason can be what helps you heal.”
But I was not ready to end the night, by any stretch. Something told me I wouldn’t be ready for her contract to end either.
“We want to fix it up for you,” Benny said. “When I got sick and I had to move back into my mom’s place, the worst part was how old everything was. We want to replace the blinds, paint.” “We could pull up that old carpet too. Retile the bathroom,” Brad said. “Really do it up nice.”
I did like him though. I’d been thinking a lot about the docking station. Then I’d been thinking about why I was thinking about it. Maybe it was because I didn’t usually cuddle with anyone? I couldn’t actually remember the last time I did. It was really addictive—and I had a feeling I wouldn’t like it with any man but him.