Sunday, March 18, 2012
Thousand: Six Hundred Ninety-One
You know, right all through. Like I’d been incomplete and was now complete. Content. Not missing anything. Not waiting for something that never really got here.” Some of the women are nodding along. But one of the youngest wears a skeptical look. “Sounds like you needed a man,” she says. Tuts and giggles around the table. The two girls look each other over. “I needed an angel with a cunt,” says the girl. The challenger flushes while the other women laugh. “So you’re saying a man-angel would have been awesome?” “Huh.” The girl pops another date in her mouth. She
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