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THAT MEAN, LITTLE LESBIAN
Okay. Inspiration FOR Georgia O’Keeffe paintings then. Listen, this isn’t about vulvas.
JULIAN
I’m less interested now but go on.
THAT MEAN, LITTLE LESBIAN
We’re going down the Shore this weekend. Wanna come?
My breath stutters in my chest. Is this Nomi’s trip?
THAT MEAN, LITTLE LESBIAN
And yes, Nomi will be there.
JULIAN
ME? You’re inviting ME?
JULIAN
Is this a joke? This is a VERY mean joke if so, you mean, little lesbian.
THAT MEAN, LITTLE LESBIAN
Not a joke.
JULIAN
I’m in.
THAT MEAN, LITTLE LESBIAN
Ok. Don’t make me regret this, D’Asshole. I WILL be bringing the collar. JULIANHow… shocking.
THAT MEAN, LITTLE LESBIAN
JULIAN!!!
CHAPTER NINETEEN
NOMI
It’s eleven p.m. the night before our shore weekend, so you know whatthatmeans.
Absolutely nothing because I’m noteverbringing motorized blades around my labiaagain. I rummage through my drawers until I find the bikini with the boy shorts, the only bottoms that can contain my multitudes, and toss them on the bed. Somewhere within the covers, my phone buzzes. I pat around until I find it, then flop onto my back to read the text.
JULIAN
As your doctor
NOMI
Not my doctor
