March 4, 2013 | Fiction
There were wolves near there. Wolves killing sheep. Poetry is dead. He thought. He could lend a hand.
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The first time I fingered a girl, I messed it up. Of course, I didn’t realize at the time. It happened on a Friday night, at a playground. There were four of us there. Two girls, two boys. It was a very open thing. The girl who I fingered said she’d let me try, and we sent our friends to the basketball court to wait for us.
Matthew Simmons (@matthewjsimmons)
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