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Tue, Apr 8, 2008

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She leaned across the picnic table, and gazed into his eyes. "I’m wearing Tinkerbell underwear."
"Um," he responded,"Really?"
"I don’t always wear underwear."
He looked at her as if he were taking a double take, but he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he did his best to act normal. Whatever "normal" is when such intimate information is shared. He began to fidget. "How ’bout that!" He said in that falsely encouraging high voice, the one that says, anything you do or say is special and great, and I’m so proud of you.
"I had a red vagina, but I took a bath."

–6:45pm, the backyard of our friends’ house. Four-year-old girl to Phil.
Today, April 8, is his birthday. Happy Birthday… wait until you see my panties.

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51 Responses to “table talk”

  1. Mervin Crnkovich Says:

    LOVE. That’s it. LOVE!

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