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We order more tequila. The greasy man
thinks I’m alone, moves closer. Like
the others, he can’t see you inside me,
doesn’t know you’re toking steadily
on stale exhaust he exhales. If he laid me
between his faded paisley sheets, he would lie
with you as well. Could he
please us? Is there enough of me
for both of you tonight?

Pedro
860
9

Laurie Perez — Novelist

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Alberto García 🚀🚀🚀
Alberto García 🚀🚀🚀

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