Row 1, Seat 3
by America Acevedo You are approximately an insurmountable 17 5/8 inches away from me. You are left handed and you have horrible handwriting and you’re constantly high. You dress pathetically and have remarkable brown eyes. You have shaggy chestnut hair, kept exactly at a length which is visually impairing to the point that it requires a near constant hair flip which is absurdly adorable. We’ve made love precisely 14 times during class, typically on top of your desk, and notably once on the floor, and if I do say so myself, you were pretty damn good. You’re a passionate lover, skilled and gentle and rough and sexy simultaneously. You drink too much, and you love the Stones. You are in my ENG 102 class. I sit behind you. You are the fate of my existence.
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And we have never met.