Say It
My eyes flutter open and I groan at the pain pulsing through my head. Rolling over I groan again, reminded of the misadventures of the night before. Removing the heavy arm from my bare waist, I peel myself from the shabby bed of yet another crumby motel room. I should stop picking men up in dive bars if I want a nicer place to stay. Quickly, I throw on last nights clothes and leave the nameless human I've bedded the night before without a second thought. Stumbling into the closest diner, I sit and order the largest and greasiest breakfast, a jug of water and several cups of coffee. The waitress looks over me from head to toe, her blatant judgment washing over me while I can practically hear her distasteful assumptions of me. I growl lowly under my breath and that seems to do the trick as
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