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The word on the storefront window smacks you upside the head firmly, as if it has just been mouthed off to.
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You’ve been sent to the pharmacy, as you often are, by your girlfriend and, as you often are, you’ve been given a list. Popcorn, toilet paper, half a dozen other bullshit items.
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There are no tampons on this list. Four weeks ago you were sent to this very pharmacy in order to procure a very specific brand and an extremely specific size of cotton tubes intended for stuffing into your girlfriend’s vagina and now there are no tampons on this list.
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She was extremely chipper this morning. She wasn’t upset or emotional at all. You said she looked a little fat and she didn’t get mad or anything. She smiled. She fucking smiled.
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Right before you left she ripped this massive fart. Like, the earth did quake flatulence.
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Fuck.