what would it hurt to pretend otherwise and cross that fine line between licking ass and simply kissing it?
the severed heads, Central America was, in its own way, beautiful. “And cheap,” they would add. “Cheap, cheap, cheap.”
The mole shrugged. “Don’t know exactly. I guess most likely she looked like me but smaller.”
“Arrogant,” she’d have called us. “Noses so high in the air you can’t smell your own farts.”