He just…died. Is that one time too many?”
“I know you are so you don’t need to say it.”
She looked at me. Blowjob porn “What is it?”
“Opening it helps, goofball.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and tore off my hack-job of a wrapping job to reveal a large, stuffed white seal. But I want to know that you’re doing okay.”
“I am,” I replied, doing my best to sound genuine. Maybe permanently. “And I thought you said seeing me might make you think bad thoughts.”
She sighed. We slowly came apart. I dimly wondered this as I puked again, my hands shaking violently on the rim of the bucket. I mean, yeah, my mind was going a mile-a-minute so every time I tried to tell myself to just let everything go, thoughts and memories swirled in a loud maelstrom of confusion that kept me awake with a headache that was just on the boundary of being too much.
