by Ari Collins
Watching some hips sway past our table, I bite my tongue. Hard.
"You okay?" Molly asks.
I swallow hot blood and lukewarm burger. "No, yeah, just bit my tongue." Swallow again. "Doll Pants? Think it's okay if I kinda like the taste of blood?"
She gives me a look. "Long as your teeth don't stray."
Monday, July 13, 2009
Tongue
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