Pulling away from the motel, the clock in my car blinks 2:17 am in fluorescent green font. I see the young seventeen year old girl I left curled up on the bed moments ago; her name, however, I could not recall. Is left this Jame Doe with the room bill as well as a killer hangover, assuming her under aged body would have been more harshly effected.
My expression remains blank as I whip out into the highway leading out of Chicago. The road is as empty as my mind; how could I be to deep in these schemes to be so neutrally opinionated about leaving again? How did it get this way? Taking advantage of these poor girls with absent daddies is what I do best. It's addicting, really, high school girls looking to experiment into their bicurious thoughts; they make it too easy.
I'd like to think I can quite. Kill off the stream of one night stands I have spread thin through Illinois. But I know I can't quite; I too heavily depend on the affection. I crave the closeness I gain from spending the night with a girl I won't see again in the morning. I cannot quite.
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spare.
Short Storyspare is a collection of short stories and marvelii quotes about how i feel i am placed in this world and experiences the have changed me. some details and events have been altered are created from scratch.
