Hazy Memory

I’m pretty sure I got propositioned last night.

By a dwarf.

By a dwarf guy.

By a dwarf guy dressed like a leprechaun.

By a dwarf guy dressed like a leprechaun outside the Hooters Casino.

I’m pretty sure I said no.

Where did these tiny green socks in my suitcase come from?

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One Response to Hazy Memory

  1. ESPACE YOGA says:

    Amazing writing! Maria

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