My pen pauses above the paper, memories of a blonde that I'm still in love with rushing through my mind. Seven years since I spent a night away from it all, the ever-present smell of mothballs seeping into my mind. I take a sip from my Raspberry Arizona.
"Lake!"
I glance over to the very-round, very-pregnant blonde on my couch. A smile is on her lips, but she convulses soon after I look. Liquid seeps onto the couch. Her water broke.
"Lake. I think I'm going into labor."
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Cheap Chasity
Novela JuvenilShe was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She wa...
