I Met a Girl…… 

I saw her across the hall on the very first day she reported to the institution. Her back all curved. Not backwards in that gracious way on the nape above the ass, where all men seem to drool for a chance to lay their hands on in warm embrace. But rather, it etched forward in an unfashionable manner from all the luggage it was supporting. I could help her….. Continue reading “I Met a Girl…… “

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