It's me. I am coming in the morning to take care of you."
Who is this?
It was the truck driver. He bad never called on the phone before. His voice was charming and sweet. I had never know that.
Maybe my long trip to Valdez was impressive. Maybe the licking and teasing of his ass was enough to make him need more of me.
I think there is also something about not texting not Facebook liking. The freedom to know I am here. Without insecurity.
I like that. It just is.
It exists on it's own merit.
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