CarnivalBarker
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"Baby, you kissed a boy." I look at you. "You kissed a boy. And you know what else you did? You stopped. And you stopped because you love me and you love that rascal that always vomits on your shoulder." I sip my coffee and look at you. "You have worked at my bar for a year now. You see how much skin the little college girls bring to me each weekend. Do you know my favorite time of year at the bar? August. Because that is when all the freshmen show up with firm thighs, hard asses, tight stomachs, and clear separation from their fathers. And before there was you, I did every number of horrible things to a lot of them, cheating might be the nicest thing. My point is, I'm no saint." I grab your hand. "And I choose you."