“Okay, so how does that… work?” she asks, shaking her head. “What do you mean?” “Are you gonna like… finger me after we eat?” I can’t help it—I choke on the coffee I had just taken a sip of. “Oh my god, are you okay?” Her eyes are wide as I cough to clear my airways. “Shit, are you choking? God, this would be a fun one to explain. ‘I killed a doctor because I asked him when he’d be fingering me and he choked on coffee, and I couldn’t remember those first aid classes they forced me to take in high school because the dummy was creepy and they made us use a dental dam, so I never learned, not
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