Status: Short chapters, short story.
Harlot
keep an eye on your toys
“Whore,” Hailey hissed in my ear, giving me a bump on the shoulder as she passed. I smiled, red lips turning up.
“I swear, I didn’t know he was your boyfriend. I mean, he didn’t say anything about being in a relationship while sliding his hand up my shirt and whispering things I shouldn’t repeat into my ear.” I let my smile disintegrate, and I slanted mascara covered eyes.
“Keep an eye on your toys,” I advised her, leaning in and smelling cheap perfume and whiskey. “Sometimes they get lost.”
“I swear, I didn’t know he was your boyfriend. I mean, he didn’t say anything about being in a relationship while sliding his hand up my shirt and whispering things I shouldn’t repeat into my ear.” I let my smile disintegrate, and I slanted mascara covered eyes.
“Keep an eye on your toys,” I advised her, leaning in and smelling cheap perfume and whiskey. “Sometimes they get lost.”
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one of six, I think.This will be short.
just so you're aware, this is a diary for my dear harlot. She doesn't have a name.
It might not seem like one, but neither of us have ever liked starting our entries with "Dear Diary,". It's so overused these days.