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Minnie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high.
She did not think Tommy noticed her in the school parking lot. But he knew she was there. She was always there. It was where they used to go together.
Tommy did not know what to do, after reading Minnie's letter.
So, Tommy put the red envelope into his back pocket and then he just walked away.
Tommy raised his hand only five minutes after his math class had begun and asked if he could be excused to the washroom. He did not have to go.
When Tommy arrived in the blue-stalled bathroom, he sat on one of the toliets and Tommy read Minnie's letter again.
Then, he crumpled her letter into a ball. Tommy had felt his fist clench tightly, felt his hands weild all his mighty, Tommy power upon paper. Which somehow seemed wrong, so Tommy loosened his grip. He smoothed out the paper, on his knee; with his hand.
And Tommy read the letter again, before going back to algebra.

Tommy saw Minnie a lot during the rest of the day, and into the night.
But it was only in his head.
It was after dark, when he rooted around through his closet to find a red envelope; just a shade deeper than the one in his back pocket.
He did not open the darker envelope.
He gave it to Minnie the next day, after his first class, when he passed her in the school hallway.



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Queenie said…
Sex Boy-Germ

I take it anywhere, any time that I can
I am the fucking son of a Superman
I got a weapon that's as deadly as life
It's a well trained tool a master guy
Every day it's the same, regime
A dozen girls are on my scene
Say sex boy will you come
into my hand
They're all on the floor
I better do what I can
Take a number, it's supply and demand
Anytime that I can
I'm the fucking son of a superman
I got a weapon that's as deadly as life
It's a well trained tool a master guy
I put my knife into your gut
You gotta be above when your above
wanna make love
Say it exactly, sex boy, such
a sideshow poster
After such a sweet sweet slut
Any time that I can
I'm the fucking son of a superman
I know what it takes
What in the time that I can and can't do
I know what it takes to satisfy you
I know what it takes
That's why your time is due
in the house of fortune
I take it out and you know it's gonna
come from behind
Just like you, and you, and you
and you

Q
Friday, 10 June 2005 at 18:36:00 GMT-4
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