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| Slowly, I take the water in my trembling fingers, the dead skin of my index finger's pointy knuckle scraping against its smooth glass. WHORE I scream and the echo answers WHORE! | |
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| An old white man with a light brown trenchcoat and white eyebrows walks over to me.His left hand is in his pocket, his right is thumping a cigarette out of its pack. Lighter, he says never looking up. | |
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| I hand him one, never taking my eyes off his wrinkly eyelids. Eyelids that stand at half mast at all times. He lights the cigarette and gives a thanks with a nod of those eyebrows. | |
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| He sits down next to me, looping his trench around the brass barstool legs. Whiskey, he says to the barmaid, scratching the bartop in front of him like he was hitting a ten in blackjack. | |
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| I finish the cup of water and he buys me another. Some hours pass and to make a long story short, he ends up fucking me in the asshole. And that's what I did on summer vacation. | |
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