Hooker

by Liam Gillespie

I remember last night she said, "You’re not making any sense..." and I had said, "Well, you’re making plenty of those, my dearest love." She didn’t get it. But maybe I hadn’t said that; maybe that never happened and I just like to fancy it had. Why can’t I say what I want all the time? I like to think I can, especially to a nobody. But I can't even.

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Liam Gillespie is a 21 year old student from Melbourne, who respects the readership enough not to italicize.