I knew I was a joke to her, but she was a girl who needed a good laugh; someone who’d been wound so tight by the expectations and constraints of the upper east side that she could barley breath.
As I twisted the latex wiener dog into perfect shape, I motioned her closer, happy to see she’d indulge the inner child who could still love a balloon.
That’s when I farted.
Lovely writing.
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