/lit/ - Literature

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Midnight mass at the local church came to an end; the mothers flocked outside to discuss politics and argued over whether pink or red lipstick was in while the fathers eagerly started the cars. Carlos Diaz, teenaged son of Jennifer Diaz, dashes around to the back of the church, where his friend Damien hands him a cigarette. “I can’t believe you got me hooked on this shit, now I look and smell awful. Samantha will kill me if she finds out I started again.” Damien pulls a lighter from his jacket and forks it over. “Don’t worry man, there’s no trait a women finds more attractive than self-loathing..” “This coming from the one of us that is a virgin?”