How was it? What am I supposed to say to that? Why won't men have sex and just fall asleep? Why do they keep asking how was it? Am I supposed to grade them on their performance? It is just sex for fuck sake… I bet if I told him the truth he would be out of here in no time… or worse… he starts crying… What they should really be asking is how I like my eggs in the morning? Unfertilized… that's how… and why do these guys always fumble around with a condom pack? It's like they forgot to read a manual or something… That stupid bitch at work! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH! She gets on my nerves… Why can't she just do her job properly? jeez! Why does he want to cuddle? hopefully… god! Just imagine that thing coming out of my vag… Ewww… I am never having a baby… and why is he still talking? I just want to go to sleep… why is this so difficult for him to understand… god! It's like he is a girl… Wonder how it would be with a girl… Nooo… I don't think I can make out with a girl… maybe… if am really drunk… and she is really pretty…
Its morning again, I can hear the darned birds chirping outside, with my eyes still closed I can hear the ticking sound of the wall clock like the irritating sound of the water faucet dripping. The water faucet never drips in my house, because I don't like it dripping, like the way mom's head was dripping blood, and flooded the floor and spoiled the carpet. I like everything neat and clean. My name is Amul. I believe my father was especially fascinated by the utterly butterly delicious girl. Though I have a liking towards her myself I don't like to acknowledge that to anybody. Though not many people have actually found out about this connection. But am aware of this because my father during one of his happy drunken moods told me about this. And those are rare cases. I know for a fact that even if am genetically part of my father, I will never become like him. I study in the 7 th grade. And I like my school. My favorite subject is math. I don't understand why people...
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