in the morning, i plan on walking home.
satan asks me to dinner and a movie. his treat.
of course, i accept. obvious.
later, i twirl my hair and look around.
pretend to be shy.
‘take notes’ he suggests, moving closer.
‘i wasn’t even happy yet’, i insist. ’don’t get so riled up.’
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