Lo and I are in the bookstore—the day that people, in general, started to freak me out. I watch myself drag Lo into the bathroom and then shut the door closed on the camera. Anxious heat builds across my skin. In the video, I say, “Can I give you a blow job?” I can explain. My hand shoots in the air, about to gush forth all the excuses that are surprisingly truths. “I was having a bad day,” I start. “Shhh,” Lo says, frowning and really glaring at the camera. I’m sure that look is meant for Scott. And as we just watch the door in the video, sound effects start playing…of moaning and male
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