Eat the Damn Cake

I look amazing. No photo will ever capture it. I will probably forget about it by tomorrow. But right now, I look amazing.

Bear forgot his test strips (that’s a new one– usually he forgets his insulin), and I had to run down to his office with them. I hadn’t taken a shower, and I didn’t have time to pick an outfit, so I put on shorts, an old red shirt I never wear, and big leather boots. No makeup. No jewelry.

Apparently this was the sexiest outfit in the world. The guys on the street kept saying things as I passed. I pretended to be looking at my phone.

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