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Yahtzee is a fun game to play after your face has been jizzed all over.
Maybe the jizz was good luck, or maybe you won because you ran up to your
bedroom to get your lucky red dice even though he didn’t want you to. You
got 317 points and he got 264. When he shook the Yahtzee he did it too
loudly and you told him it hurt your ears. He filled your wine glass.

You guys talked about bugs from Arizona. No, he talked about bugs from
Arizona and you google imaged them as he was describing to you. Vinegaroon.
Gila Monster. Scary bugs. You hoped you wouldn’t dream of them tonight. You
hoped he wouldn’t sleep over.

He wears matching Adidas socks and a hat. You wear hot pink plaid knee high
socks under your jeans. You are both wearing jeans. You are mimicking one
anothers body movements. You read somewhere that this means you have good
chemistry. You know now that that is a crock of shit.

He is smart and can tell you where McDonalds and Coca-cola came from. He can
articulate San Francisco. He can teach you how to play Yahtzee and he knows
a lot about everything, especially Arizona. Especially bugs.

He can come on your face and open a wine bottle. He can come on your face
and let himself out.

You can sleep soundly. You can wake up and you can wash your face with
proactive, brush your teeth and go to work. You can throw up in your work
bathroom.

© Chloe Caldwell, 2010

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