Monday, July 13, 2009


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."

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