“You know what you remind me of?”
“What’s that?” she asked.
“A sweet tart.”
“A wha?” she asked, now angrily.
“A sweet tart.” I repeated.
“You’re a fucking asshole.” She got up, gathered her things, and left.
The Sweet Tart
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