Two Stories
Eric T. Racher
Why the fuck would a seventeen-year-old girl from Akron, Ohio say something like that? Why would that even be in her repertoire?
Why the fuck would a seventeen-year-old girl from Akron, Ohio say something like that? Why would that even be in her repertoire?
Why the fuck would a seventeen-year-old girl from Akron, Ohio say something like that? Why would that even be in her repertoire?
This is what we tell ourselves about places like this: that they belong only to a certain New York, a New York of discrete transactions and brass plaques reading “Jeffrey E. Epstein Corporation.”
This is what we tell ourselves about places like this: that they belong only to a certain New York, a New York of discrete transactions and brass plaques reading “Jeffrey E. Epstein Corporation.”
But even when I felt ashamed for liking her, I also saw her as somehow supernaturally chosen for me. She rejected me from the moment we met.
But even when I felt ashamed for liking her, I also saw her as somehow supernaturally chosen for me. She rejected me from the moment we met.
I love idiots. Or at least some of them anyway.
I love idiots. Or at least some of them anyway.
That day I let him touch me in his car on the side of the train tracks outside of town.
That day I let him touch me in his car on the side of the train tracks outside of town.
They always share their worst secrets with me and look to me for female forgiveness.
They always share their worst secrets with me and look to me for female forgiveness.
That date where he asked if we could have a threesome and I said no and so we had sex on his roof instead
That date where he asked if we could have a threesome and I said no and so we had sex on his roof instead
The ladybug nymphs were hatching in the hoop house.
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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