finger

you had your finger in
her pussy, she said.
no, I said, it was just
touching the outside.
well it looks like you
had your finger in her
pussy, she said.
no, I said, it’s on the
outside.

suddenly she tore the
photo up.

o for shit christ’s
sake, Annie, what did
you do that for? said
everybody in the room.

Annie ran into my
bathroom and slammed
the door.

somebody rolled a
joint and we passed
it around.

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