26. July. 2007.
I went to the store today. Didn't get much. Just some root beer-flavored chapstick, a couple packs of that pee-wee gum and, like, two Arizonas. I'm surprised they all fit under my jacket.
Connor is sitting right outside the building, leaning against the bricks, when I walk out with the merchandise.
"Thanks, babe," he says, taking an Arizona from me and kissing me. I smile. "Why are your teeth green?" He jokes.
"Why is your hair blue?"
"Why are your boobs brown?"
"They aren't brown."
"That's the point of the game, Avrey."
I open my drink with my elbow and sip from behind the can, the liquid getting all over my upper lip. I cough a little, as too much gets into my mouth at one time and then I throw up 'cause I get worked up easily. Connor laughs so I guess it must be funny and then I laugh, too.
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
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