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Body Count

She asked me

What my body count was



I told her

That I haven’t killed anyone



She responded by saying

That wasn’t what she meant



I knew what she meant

I just hate answering that question




She persisted

And I told her


That I honestly

Don’t know anymore…



She told me to guess


So I gave her my estimate




We still fucked after that


But


I haven't heard from her

Since then…




I should just lie to women

And tell them it’s like 7 or something



The thing is


I hate lying.


So you tell me what is worse,

Having lots of consenual sex?


Or

Lying?


See?


I’m not that bad….


-C.H.


 
 
 

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