Right There at Pithead Chapel

“Tammy taught me to pinch my nipples so they would stand out under my t-shirt, and that purple shadow was best for my green eyes. She taught me that putting on a Pink Floyd record was a surefire way to get a boy to make out with you when your mom was still at work and you invited him over after school. Dark Side of the Moon she said dreamily, fingering her stiff wing of blonde bangs. Tammy knew a lot about guys; she said guys instead of boys…”

Read it all right here.

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