The Shiny Happy Comment Ficathon!
Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
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“I need you to lick my balls,” a particularly gruesome man, recumbent on a cot unceremoniously parked outside of the bathroom, wheezes at her. He draws out each word slowly as if to make his insanity clearer. He is either drunk off his ass or in serious need of a psych consultation.
“Sir, I would like to ask you to refrain from speaking,” she calmly states as she reviews his chart. Even as the words cross her lips she knows they are as a useless as the “energy drink” she downed about an hour ago that has only made her jittery with her tiredness.
“Come on, you know you’re a cheater,” he chuckles.
Cheater? She asks herself. The word implies that the man knows that she is in a relationship, a presumption that she finds unsettling. Then she remembers her ring. So many years without one, ( ... )
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