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The gas station was out of...
The gas station was out of Adam’s favorite gum. It shouldn’t have mattered to her. Outside, a biker with an undercut was straddling their Harley-Davidson. She asked them for a cigarette.
“You don’t look like a smoker.”
“You didn’t look like someone who’d ask questions.”
The biker laughed. A silver ball danced on their tongue.
Ten minutes later, her minivan shook. Their piercing circled her clit into clarity. Maybe she’d sign Adam’s divorce papers after all.
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Casper