eighteen

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"what the fuck Ellis?"

she says taking his hand in her small ones,

not bothering to straightened out her top.

"J, babe, we gotta go."

he doesn't even glance at me,

his jaw clenched,

"i'll see you around James."

she says leaning in and kissing my lips - her tongue running along them briefly, teasingly before pulling away and walking off,

without looking back.

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