Fiction | December 11, 2020
Way Back, Well Before My Divorce
Adam Prince
Way Back, Well before My Divorce
There was this other thing that happened. Or really two things bundled. While visiting my then girlfriend’s older sister in New York City, I got pulled into a shell game. Then, later that night, the sister asked me to help wax her armpits.
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