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I Wish I Wore a Condom Because the Hooker Ended Up Being My Mom - Chapter 18: Blacking Out
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... nt door at 12:22 AM, my QuickMart name tag still pinned to my shirt. The weight of what I'm about to do makes my hand tremble as I fit the key into the lock.
I'd rehearsed this conversation a dozen times on the way home. But now that I'm here, all my carefully prepared words feel like sand slipping through my fingers.
"Fuck it," I mutter, pushing the door open with more force than necessary.
The familiar glow of our living room TV casts Mom in silhouette on the couch. She ...
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