>The cigarette smoke dances around your face as you sit at the edge of the bed, turning back at your company in your bed, you shake your head.
>She looks back at you with a smirk that you wish you could smack off her face.
>After taking a drag, she passes the cigarette to you.
>You look away, ashamed.
>Of all the void girls around here…
>Consistently gives you the best sex in your goddamn afterlife.
>In a dirty ass motel room that doesn't have proper hot water.
>She licks her lips that are painted with goth black lipstick.
"We can't keep doing this."
>An annoying nasally laugh comes from her mouth, all ending with the most obnoxious pig snort.
"Don't call me that."
>She crawls up behind you, putting her hands on your shoulder then gradually sliding her hands down your chest.
>The pudginess of her body kept your bareback warm.
>Her wet snout smacks your cheek as well as her lips.
"Get off of me you-"
>"Shhh, shhh. I know you're in the 'Time of the Wiseman'. You have my number."
"I'm deleting it."
>"You said that the last four times."
>You go off in a daze as you stare at the coffee stained carpet.
-The next day, at a diner-
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