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lightweight
ben was a lightweight. you wouldn't expect him to be, tough guy, i-don't-give-a-shit-i'll-murder-your-family, 6 foot 4 Ben. Sure, he was skinny, but he didn't look like a lightweight. But he was. Three beers and you had him on the floor moaning, "i was just never good enough for anyone--"
believe
she stopped believing in god a little after she turned 16, a benevolent god, anyway. her god was right outside that door. she wasn't going to worship him. when she found out she was pregnant, she started praying again.
encounter
on his trip to the museum, he encountered someone he recognized in the statue of the goddess Artemis. he recognized the trapped ook between those marble eyes. "i'll back for you tonight."
gears
even as i kiss him, i can't stop hearing the gears turning right under his skin.
families
i've had lots of families, throughout the years. that's one thing i'll appreciate about people, how willing they are to love someone they shouldn't. i've played all the roles in these families, the pride, the shame, the mother, the younger sibling, the mystery. i'm usually the mystery.
whimper
"so this is how the world ends: not with a bang, but a whimper" she always expected him to go down fighting. yelling, cursing his enemies. but here he was, crying and whimpering, because he was afraid. he had he wasn't afraid of anything. he lied?
value
this is what they taught you that the value of a woman is: the size of her breasts, the brightness of her eyes, the way her smile forms, not too big but not too small these are everything, and there's nothing else.
priorities
my mother told me i needed to get my priorities straight. but i did have them straight! i love him, and i' going to have his babies. what can take priority over that? what could possibly be more important than true love?
council
she was always very important in high school. student council president, and all that shit. not so very important, now, huh? not with a baby on your hip and no father in sight. not so high and mighty now, huh?
spectrum
my therapist says that sexuality is a spectrum, and i fall right in the middle of it. mom says that she's full of bullshit and that i shouldn't go to her anymore because she's a crazy liberal who's going to send me to hell.
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