Come. Sit. Heel. Stay. Sierra Demulder When I took your virginity, I did it carelessly, like a dog left alone in a butcher shop. I taught you the way adults love (quick, dry, no eye contact.) A year later, in the back of your car, you showed me what you had learned, what kind of man I had trained you to be. There was nothing playful in the way you hit, tenderizing meat. Scraping at skin as if you...
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