Aug
14
2012

Schizomilk 3
“I love you.” I say and I bite his cheek, Jamie just looks at me and starts crying. I think I hear clicks at the door. Jamie has an alibi, but I don’t, so he tells me to head of into a door, this door in the wall, this room between the houses where he puts my desk and I go there on the rug and I smile at the markers and the food he brought in and I feel the smell of glue and how the hours pass, even if I ask him to pass the sugar for my second and third cup of tea as I think of his cock. I pull the rug over me, as I sit in the room’s chair and it is cozy with his randomly chosen books, which I poke with my boot, before taking the boot out and I like home, because I am a gift, which Jamie is going to unwrap. I hear the people outside, all care about Kate and not my new ring.

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Schizomilk 3

“I love you.” I say and I bite his cheek, Jamie just looks at me and starts crying. I think I hear clicks at the door.

Jamie has an alibi, but I don’t, so he tells me to head of into a door, this door in the wall, this room between the houses where he puts my desk and I go there on the rug and I smile at the markers and the food he brought in and I feel the smell of glue and how the hours pass, even if I ask him to pass the sugar for my second and third cup of tea as I think of his cock.

I pull the rug over me, as I sit in the room’s chair and it is cozy with his randomly chosen books, which I poke with my boot, before taking the boot out and I like home, because I am a gift, which Jamie is going to unwrap.

I hear the people outside, all care about Kate and not my new ring.

READ MORE ALISON MOSSHART FANFICTION AT GRASPTHESANITY

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