you better
she said.
i cringed. really?
is that really what you want?
why,
why me?
because i like you.
i think you're sweet.
i sighed.
i shifted my legs,
squirmed in my seat.
so where
should i begin, i asked
her.
from the beginning,
she said. tell me everything.
so i opened my mouth,
i began
to bleed.
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