People talk about the beauty of the spring, but I can't see it. The trees are brown and bare, slimy with rain. Some are crawling with new purple hairs. And the buds are bulging like tumorous acne, and I can tell that something wet, and soft, and cold, and misshapen is about to be born. And I am turning into a vampire.
Matthew Tobin AndersonI donโt know. Dโyou think? Heโs pretty wide in the chest.โ The girl looked at me, and I was frozen. So I said, โYeah. I work out.โ Violet asked me, โWhat are you? Whatโs your cup size?โ I shrugged and played along. โLike, nine and a half?โ I guessed. โThatโs my shoe size.โ Violet said, โI think heโd like something slinky, kind of silky.โ I said, โAs long as you can stop me from rubbing myself up against a wall the whole time.โ โOkay,โ said Violet, holding her hands up like she was annoyed. โOkay, the chemise last week was a mistake.
Matthew Tobin AndersonYou made her apologize for sickness. For her courage. You made her feel sorry for dying.
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