So anyways, I'm sitting on my couch cutting a line when the girl finally came out of the shower and sat next to me.
I looked at her and shook my head in disgust; the vermin hadn't bothered to put any clothes on. I grunted and pointed towards the closet by the bathroom.
She asked me if I had any clothes.
I rolled my eyes and grunted again, shaking my pointed hand again.
She mumbled something under her breath and stumbled over to the linen closet, extracted a robe that seemed to fit her fairly well; and sat down in the old loveseat across the room from me.
I grumbled and snorted the line of white gold.
She asked me why I was so quiet.
I opened my mouth and showed her why I was "so quiet" all the time.
The recoil was just what they all did.
I took my razor and cut into the cocaine the words "Abusive Boyfriend".
She asked my how I lost my tongue.
I groaned and shook my head.
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