Orange flavored vapor that gives me a runny nose, but it’s better than cancer, better than cocaine, than making love (to a needle or a razor blade or a John) (not really).

She ran out of class crying for the third time this week. I was too. (___) to follow her. I rolled my eyes and thought, attention whore.


Ora Nechema is on the coffee table.

Bad girl
Good girl
Your girl
My girl
Why girl
Why, girl?


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