SAME SEX
When they say it, I lift up my skirts to show off a host of giggling bunnies. You let me take your breasts from the fridge before they have set and eat them straight from the jelly moulds. When they say it, we peg our underwear out on the line and watch the wind turn it into balloon animals. Point out: elephant, poodle, snake. We say fishmeal, f…
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