“Stop looking at me like you’ve seen me naked.” “I have seen you naked,” he said matter-of-factly. “The good shoppers of Publix don’t need to know that, though,” I scolded with a whisper. October turned his attention to the long, black-haired, college-aged cashier who had an equal number of tattoos as him. “I’ve seen her naked.” The girl eyed me up and down slowly. “Can I see you naked too?” This man. I swear. I can’t be seen in public with him. Do you see the kind of shit he gets me roped into? “I admire the confidence, but absolutely not.” She shrugged off my rejection and continued scanning
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