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“Look at that man-trum. Eight thousand nerves in the clitoris and still not as sensitive as a white man not getting his way.”
want to. I can do the sweeper thingy.” “The broom?” I looked at her, amused. Her cheeks got a little pink. “Yeah. That’s what I meant.” I studied her for a second. “Do you know how to sweep?” She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked away from me. “I…I don’t clean my own house, Daniel. I’ve never done it before.” “You’ve never cleaned?”
She didn't know it was called a broom???
He started to pull away, but then seemed to decide he wasn’t done, and he kissed me again. Ugh, this boy. I wanted to climb into him, merge with his body.
Why does she keep referring to him as a boy????????
