Out on a Limb

by Hannah Bonam-Young

Winnifred June McNulty, you cannot ask people if their junk is broken. What is wrong with you?

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“Win, if you walk out of that room sturdier than me, I won’t be happy.” A leg joke? Be still my beating heart.

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Caleb and Sarah are interrupted by the sound of me barfing into their kitchen sink.

PPHAHAHAHA

Acne? Wear more makeup that will only make matters worse. Stretch marks? There’s a cream for that and a more expensive one if need be. Stained teeth? Not with these white strips! Just don’t ask what’s in them. Too fat? Here’s a diet plan so expensive you won’t even be able to afford food. Too skinny? Wear this bra that pushes up your tits—because you still need massive tits.

so true...

I often stopped myself from trying because I was scared to fail.

“No wonder you got pregnant. The guy had a direct line of sight to your ovaries! A clean shot!”

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I’ve only ever been that stupid in public with Sarah, knowing that she’d always have my back. I suppose it can be taken as a good sign that being stupid alongside Bo came so easily.

“You’re going to have your hands full with this one.” “Hmm,” I murmur my agreement. Hands are kinda the issue here, lady.

“if it took them nine tries to figure out how to properly please a woman.” Bo’s tongue pushes against the side of his cheek as he nods, an arrogant gleam in his eye returning. “Not all men need nine chances, if I remember correctly.”