I got her on the brain again. Old Jane Gallagher. For some reason, I couldn’t get her off. I got to know her quite intimately. I don’t mean in a physical way or anything.
I remember how I met her. This goddam dog she had always used to relieve itself on our lawn. A few days later, I saw her lying by the pool so I went and said hello to her. After that, we got to be good friends and we saw each other all the time.
We were sat in her porch once, and this guy with a really lousy personality came out and started asking Jane if she knew where his cigarettes were. She didn’t answer. He asked her again. Still no answer. We he finally went inside, I asked her what the hell was going on. All of a sudden, a tear plopped down on the board, she just ignored me and wiped it away with her finger. Before I knew it, I was kissing her all over, her neck, ears, nose, head everywhere except for her mouth.
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