In a Bottle
“Have you seen the hair conditioner?”
No one answered me. “Never mind. I found it.”
I couldn’t tell if everyone had left our motel room, or if I was finally on the receiving end of a well-deserved silent treatment. I was a bore and a bitch and all I did was lose things.
“I’ll be in the shower for the next hour, trying to get these dreads out.”
They left, I …
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