X. (narrow film)A Chapter by BrittanyHe tells me "...barely any meat on them bones". Cackling.
I pull the film forward then back, singe it with the heating rod. Tuck in the corners. Feel satisfaction. Drop it on the hot-plate. Tag it. Feel like a mortician.
"Every man likes meat on them bones. Ain't nothin' you got there but bones.." I feel myself blush and I am terribly aware that my hands smell like marrow. © 2010 BrittanyReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 30, 2010 Last Updated on May 31, 2010 AuthorBrittanyMTAboutI don't know me. And, you don't know you. We fit so good together 'cause I know you like I know myself. more..Writing
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