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‘Hey, Mamá, it’s me. Yeah, still doin’ the transsexual thing.
who are you, My Chemical Romance? Christ,
Kye, don’t you fuckin’ do it.
called them prince.
“You can never die, you understand? I’ll keep you alive for this—for me. Say it. Say you’re mine.”
What’s yours is mine.
Eli hadn’t blown out their back—somehow,
and Bad Bunny stuck in their head.
but over the last twelve months, after COVID-19
Dios mío, cabrón.
Well, fuck, they thought. He’s flirting.
“You think self-deprecation gives you thick skin, huh? It’s pathetic, Kye.
Kye snorted out a laugh. “Bye, Esther. See you at the whore house.” “We’re in church,” she shouted after them.
“I didn’t need a Satanic coupon, Eli.”
“It’s rude to watch me dream.” “I could, though. I’d let you fuck me, too,” he mumbled.
“Just wait ‘til the white trash DJ goes on. Bet you’ll love
Disemboweled Torn apart Bloodbath Pieces Murder Serial rapist
You’re holier than thou, you’re a dick, skip it.”
There was a bowl of sticky elote
“I might not speak Spanish, but I know the basics.”

