The girl crossed her arms in a pouting expression
and stuck her hand out under my chin expectantly.
A fuzzy memory
of the mean lunch lady
who never let me eat my candy came to mind
as I happily spat the gum into her hair
and laughed at her shrieking.
Maybe I'm sick that way.
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‡The truth is that you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apoligize for bleeding on your shirt.‡