Her word is her bone.
SHE’S BONA FIDE.
Ms. Tompkins gave her high marks for being a cunning linguist. And for her exquisite Grammer. Who she fucked in 1968.
WHOM she fucked, DS. That’s exquisite grammar as well.
She’s going to do well in college. Especially with that pipe-smoking English Lit professor wearing the cordouroy sports coat with the leather elbows who wants to see her after class about her thesis on Moby Dick.
He’ll want an oral report on J.D. Salinger that will probably end with her Catching It in Her Rye.
Ah the memories, i still remember the first time we boned after math class….it all added up so well!
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