It had been three months since I last saw her.
I wanted to leave the party as soon as I knew she was here with her new boyfriend.
He looked a little like me. I took that as a win.
Then he started making out with her. I took that as a loss.
He was good, very good. She was grabbing the back of his head, which in my experience means she thought he was doing a good job.
They kept kissing, and kissing, and kissing, and their mouths got wider, and wider, and wider.
Eventually they had wrapped their mouths around each other’s heads. They had swallowed each other whole.
It’s about time someone ate her alive. I just wish it could’ve been me.
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