HelluvaGirl

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Tag: the other woman

On the First Day of Christmas

He stands outside my house with a chic black bag. This is for you. Danish candy. Do you like liquorice? We hug giggling like kids. At the restaurant, he asks me: Wanna do this?

Outside the Doors

Do you notice how men stand in queue to talk to you? They come up one after another. No, there aren’t that many. Of course, there’s an old lover who’s always there.

Ride