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I am Slut

I raised a perfectly painted eyebrow, “What was that?”
He sighed, “Is Cooper always that big of an… an… asshole?”
He said the last word so tentatively I had to resist the urge to burst out laughing again. I managed it however, because his question meant something else, “Were you listening to our conversation?” I demanded.
He blushed, stuttering a reply. I sighed, “Yeah, Cooper’s kind of a dumbass stoner wanna-be. Not a bad kisser though,” I amended.
Vaughn made a face, “TMI.”
I laughed, fumbling in my purse for a cigarette, “Wow. I don’t know anyone who says that anymore.”
I finally found one and lit it. I offered Vaughn one for the heck of it. He just looked at me. I shrugged, “Just asking.”
I put them away, took a long puff, and glanced up at the night sky, “Isn’t a bad show tonight is it?”
Vaughn glanced up, “Yes, Orion’s Belt particularly prominent tonight.”
I blinked at him for a second, “Wait… is that the three stars lumped together in a line?”
He sighed, “Yes, that’s the one.”

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