Toxic Love is the Best
She's a flirt, she's a slut, and she's a cheat, but that's always what I loved about her
The old arcade was dark and smelled like, Jesus, what the fuck is that smell?
"Dude, I can't believe you bought this place?" My daughter Dani said.
"I bought the machines. The place is getting torn down in a few months."
It's been a few years since we hung out. Her mother and I weren’t exactly meant to be. And unless we were fucking, we didn't get along. But the fucking was raw and addictive, and she hated condoms.
She was hot, and I liked her, but a baby, and we were so young, it was all too much; I think.
"OK, time to work. Go get the dolly," I said. She huffed like a typical teen. But she did it as I looked around.
The old photo booth, it’s where I met her mother. Well, just outside. I ran into her and spilled nachos all over her.
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