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She's probably thinking: last word freak.

I'm smiling, I put on my red nose, I'm smiling worse than The Joker and I'm ready for just about anything. She says good night and I say the same. She mumbles something I can't make out and I mumble back. She slams the door. I scream out loud. She's probably thinking: last word freak.

She's probably thinking: She's strange, but at least she's cute.

I say something she doesn't understand and she's just going along. Now I don't get a word she's saying, like she's just talking straight past me. I pour acid on the dialogue. It stings. Nobody dares to speak, then I ask her if she's following what I'm saying. She's honest and tells me she didn't follow at all, and I smile, then she smiles and I say something she doesn't get and I smile her to pieces because I'm cute, at least I'm cute.

She's probably thinking: She's got me now.

I lick her in the ear. Her head tilts a bit down towards the side. Her hair falls down behind her neck and it kills me. I give it a gentle blow. She laughs the way she laughs and I tell her what she wants to hear. She's holding her tongue. I whisper the words she needs. Now her body's talking. I know she's mine, I've got her now. And then we're gone.
The line is busy.