“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Why do you have your toe all over my face?”
“Erm… You’re the one holding it.”
“So it wouldn’t go in my mouth.”
“Right. You remember we used to do this when we were small.”
“Yeah. Small. We used to put sand in napkins, tie them up somehow, and pretend we had boobs.”
“God. Then we had them, and they felt so weird.”
“I know.”
“Remember that time when we—”
“Don’t.”
“Does it still bother you?”
“Hell yeah. I still have a mark.”
“Poor baby, haha.”
“I think it’s time you get out of the box, girl.”
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