By Eli Skipp
The second woman I ever loved, I loved her because she was little and impudent in a way that made you know she was scared of everything (when I think of her all I see is superman shirts and lollipops and converse). I stopped talking to her when I couldn’t stand to see her, all of sixteen and still crooked, smoking and drinking and drugging herself up, and after that, I never loved a woman again. I hated many though, and I wanted to fuck them all, so that they would love me deep and I would own them ever thorough.
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