“That goddamn dirty whore.”
Surprised eyes landed on the mother. Mine followed. As absorbed as a college student during daytime soaps, I could not tear myself away to even blink.
My brother emerged on crutches and a cast, blowing my cover. I tried to interest him in People magazine so he could catch his breath and I could catch the rest of the story. He wasn’t interested.
1 comment:
Maybe he got it from the toilet seat. Should've used a seat cover
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