I told her I wouldn’t download it, just to spite her, but I did it anyways.
Over that two-hour period a group of teens robbed the Best Buy on Union Square, someone smashed up the smoke shop down the street, and someone got punched in the face around the corner.
Maybe I was just a masochist, but I asked for a second date.
I was biding my time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
I heard a pop, a rush of air, and the world’s loudest gasp.
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