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Weird how “masturbating and falling asleep in the late afternoon” isn’t regarded as a cherished summertime tradition

..go on…….

i lead you into the barn where i live and offer you snacks and refreshments. it’s a bowl of minnows and 3 caprisun pouches

accept the capri sun, cautiously refuse the minnows

i tell you that it’s fine, leaves more for me, but you can tell im a little hurt. we watch cutthroat kitchen in silence, i seem to be attempting to drink my caprisun through my gas mask, but im failing miserably. you say nothing.

i say nothing

at one point i go into a shed and bring out more caprisun pouches and a single triscuit for you

Thanks

youre welcome

It’s a beautiful thing when you get so comfortable with someone and you realize you’re telling them things you’ve never said out loud before