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I've decided
to keep a notebookfrom now on—
to remember.
Today, I write:
Tammie asked me to
pole dance with her.I said I'll think about it
but I've already decided
I don't want to.How do you want to paint me?
Tammie asks,
hanging from the poleby her legs.
Her shirt
rides up her chest(almost coming off
completely),so she holds it up
with her hands.Her cheeks are flushed
from the blood
flowing
to her head.I'm not talented
at painting
or anythingso really,
it doesn't matter
if she sits still
or continues dancing—but
I tell herto stay in that position
until I'm done.
She giggles
like it's the most exciting thingever.
A bit of red, orange, yellow
with a sea of white—her skin colour.
A bit of black, yellow, green
with a sea of brown—her hair colour.
I paint her
right side up,smiling,
face tainted pink,
limbs healthier
than they really are.[Read the full story at novelconbini.com!]
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