Ku Klux
Let's write something in pink. He said, his hand on his thigh. By this his we mean that we are in fact talking about James. No, I don't like pink. Said James. Gary pushed him away with unbidden ferocity. You cockslap bitch, stay away from me. James fell to the floor, looking up at Gary with burdening sorrow. Why would you say that to me, Gary? he asked, tears filling his eyes. It is not my fault that I do not like pink. What, in fact, is a cockslap? My people do not speak of such things… he trailed off sadly.
Then I will show you the way.
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By Blaire Underwood