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"smells like cod"
he said
while lifting two fingers,
landing them right on the tip
of joseph's nose
"these first........flowers later"
joe pulls back his head
as fast as
a car crash
his face twists in disgust
"don't be mad cuz i'm gettin it and you aint"
hell,
joe doesn't even get to experience the possibility
i thought.
joe thinks it's no big deal
no little bell
rang
he'll just jerkoff on his bed for now
content to be confused
about the score.

by Sean C. Bowen