October 10th, Following the Unimportant Year

Because I am a fool with long, clumsy limbs, I kissed Michael. Like an abused dog, looking for affection, especially from the person who abused it, I kissed him. What is a silly kiss but a way to pass the time? Surely my dignity cannot be lost between hard suctioning and a tongue exploring my own.

He has a girlfriend, so the remorse hit him quickly. I lost my name, and became just someone’s regrettable experience.

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October 10th, Following the Unimportant Year

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