So many strawberries. BeePorn “Suck my cock, cow. It was my turn, now. We kept walking. Her breath smelled sweet, soft. Hurry, hurry. She was staring at herself in the mirror. It was so much larger, now. It’s sad.” I squeezed her hand. “Of course it’s positive. They’re looking for a way to fix this.”
My wife wailed to the ceiling. “Let’s go, now.”
That day, we went to the natural history museum. And if she was in there somewhere, she knew it. The half-billion, like my wife, who had chimed in on social media that day. . My wife, she stared out the window, trying to take in as much of the world as she could, until she couldn’t, anymore. I wasn’t close enough to read it, but I saw it, like a soot smear from Ash Wednesday. “I’ll keep you happy and full.”
The cow, it was so fucking stupid, now, it couldn’t talk. “I guess,” I said. My wife’s particular modifications were on full display. I relaxed into it.
