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| fritz |
We'd mess around sometimes. He'd try to get me to cry Uncle. I never did give up, or lose. One night we all got drunk on whiskey. He started calling me Rose, I called him Jack. I drunk more. I almost fucked him, he'd never been kissed before. I didn't. I was too drunk. Never let go Jack. But he did. And the floor was spinning. I'd lost count of shots, and started drinking glasses. He doesn't like to talk about it. |
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