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I once talked to a whore. She was kind. We had very philosophical conversations about love and fear. She told me how she had no regrets. I shared her sentiment. What was the point of regret?
I once talked to a bitch. She had a beautiful smile She was funny and joked until my stomach hurt.She had a natural friendliness to her. She knew how to cheer you up. She asked me what my favourite ice-cream flavour was. Hers was Cookies and cream.
I once talked to a prude. She was clever and witty. Her sarcasm had me rolling my eyes, but I couldn’t hold back my smile. She was never rude. She had honey brown eyes. She questioned my taste for black clothing. She always wore color.
I once talked to a slut. She was never scared. She had a confidence that radiated off of her. I always felt safest with her. She had sat with me when I cried. She gave the best hugs. She never asked why I cried. I never asked why she didn’t.
I once had a conversation with myself. I looked into the mirror. My reflection looked back. I had so many questions, but I already knew the answers. Except for one. What am I? I had asked the mirror and it echoed in response. I turned my back to the mirror. It was a very short conversation. My reflection had given me the answer.
I once talked to a woman.