"Good weekend?"
"It was," she says, "spent most of it shagging." A delicious cheeky smile across her thin red lips. "Proper jackhammer, hair dripping sweat, headboard banging against the wall, living room wrecking sex. Haven't had it that good for years. I'm aching like a bastard now." She grabs her breasts and squeezes them together and sighs. "What about you?"
"I went to the park and kicked a ball - oh, and I also had a poo that was shaped exactly like a banana. Took three flushes to get it down. I felt kind of sad in a way, when it was gone. It was like art. I shoulda taken a picture."
She took her friend in her arm. She cradled her like a baby. The two of them faded through like ghosts on a wet biscuit. Their jugs were like melons. I could've cried.
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