Still can’t tell if they’re fake or not, not that it matters. I love them all. Big ones, small ones, real ones, fake ones, call me Dr. Fuckin’ Suess, and right now, the doctor wants to play, are they or aren’t they? I want to touch ‘em, lick ‘em, suck ‘em, fuck ‘em, and then do it all over again. The second I force my eyes up, Meyer’s jump to meet mine, and I don’t look away. Can’t. Don’t want to.
