Fall Too Well

by Erin Branscom

“The smallest man who ever lived.” I bite my lip and nod, trying not to laugh at her song reference. And she’s not wrong. “That whole Taylor Swift album was like a dedication to your shitty marriage to little dick.”

Was this written 25 minutes ago?

And yes, summerween is a thing for me, too.

My face

Hayley and Nash co-own the pub in town called Bookers, a popular hangout for locals and tourists.

They took the old dusty pub and made it an extremely popular tourist and local hangout with a restaurant and great food.

The last two highlights are in the same paragraph

When I hug him, he has more muscles than I remember him having, and his body is hard and solid.

Hard and solid

“This is your warning. If I see you there or around McCreedy, you won’t like what happens. I’ll make sure my daughter isn’t being raised by the town whore and drunk just like her dad. And look how you turned out.”

What?

It smells so good. I breathe it in and take a deep breath.

This might be as bad as how does it feel

She kisses me back, her arms wrapping around my neck as our song comes to an end.

All too well??????? God

we’ll spend the morning together snuggle fucking.”

I just had a visceral reaction to this

We walk down the street and stop to pet Mr. Alexander’s dog, a husky that howls and is very verbal.

This is just so repetitive