Dirty Martini
Kelsey Flaherty
Here I am on a Saturday night, preparing for another dreadful evening with a man my father handpicked
He unfolded his best plastic chair and sat it in the pool. He’d sweat and drink more liquor and point his gun at the ocean.
“I should punch your lights out. But that wouldn’t do either of us much good would it?”
No one answered her when she asked where they were taking me. I'd heard of people being dumped in parking lots. I'd heard of people being flown to Texas, to fucking El Salvador, legal citizens with no practical recourse.
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During my last couple of years in Spain, things—how shall we say?—spun out of control. It was like getting tossed by one of those huge ferocious Northern Californian waves that tumbles you, holds
Here I am on a Saturday night, preparing for another dreadful evening with a man my father handpicked
It goes unsaid that this game is really about kissing and groping.
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