Teenage Whore


Teenage Whore
“Up here,” he said. The crowd was a million kilometres away. She
nodded like a pretty schoolgirl, beautiful waves of brown hair curling
over and around her now unreadable face. They took the stairs two at a
time. Their pace grew slow as they proceeded down the tapestry lined
hallway holding hands.
They saw a few couples gazing at the rich tapestries. Others passed by
them on their way back downstairs with curiously satisfied smiles, silent
or whispering to each other. Daniel smiled inwardly without breaking his
external look of preoccupation.

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