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Halloween

Written by  Dan Frankenfield

 

At the
costume party
I sit next
to a girl
dressed
in leggings
and heels.

"What are you
tonight," I ask.

"A slut," she says.
Then she laughs.

She tells me
a story
of the time
a guy came
on her face
and she got
an eye infection.

"Jesus."

"Yeah," she says.

"My eye was
all red and squinted
for like three days."

"Did you go to a doctor?"

"No," she says.

"I called my mom,
told her it was an
accident.
And it was.
He didn't mean to.
It just
happens."

She pauses.
She has a
nice smile
nice hair
nice face.

"I mean
it's not like
i'm a slut
or anything."


 

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