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| Charles Rondeau |
Game Over
they were sixteen
he called her Miss Piggie
she called him a Grunt
they stopped riding and
found a spot away from
everybody - alone -
he tickled, they rolled
in the summer grass
their bikes flung wheels
spinning for a long while
she laughed so hard her
breath caught - he smelled
like cherries they'd eaten on
the ride - he tickled harder
and then - m
o
v
e
d
one hand grabbing burst breasts
naked in the sun his other hand
pinning her arms over her head -
they were alone
when the laughter
stopped forever
and the sweet
scent of
cherries
soured
