Finlay Crisps
I have lived various journeys, torpidity with ideas.
During the summer I walked 6 miles and 12 miles back. Intervals for blow jobs, as well as hiding within her cupboard, until her parents were asleep to .
Her parents always disliked me, they agreed she could do better.
I thought it was true love but she effortlessly forgot.
When finally meeting six months later. Holding hands with a new friend, who had friends that introduced her at university parties.
A family meal out, they all said “hello”.
I left immediately to be alone, regretting being with a ****.
Then outside in the rain we argued about my feelings, There was nothing to say, I had none.
We went home together. Her back towards me, being cold.
My thoughts when back to you Kate. In the garage, having sex on a fridge.
We could not afford condoms but used a crisp packet instead.
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