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danny_sparks ([info]danny_sparks) wrote in [info]qaf_drabbles,
@ 2010-03-12 13:23:00
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"Challenge # 151"
Title: Rap
Author: [info]danny_sparks
Condoms: Umm, not sure how this works. The diner?

Hunter sat in the diner, scribbling away.

“Watcha working on?” Debbie asked.

“I’ve decided to become a rapper.”

“Yeah? Let’s hear it!”

Hunter covered the page. “It’s not finished.”

******
When Hunter used the restroom, Debbie sneaked a peek.

You like young dick? gimmee a buck
I can be yours if you wanna fuck
you know I'm just trash but my hole's fucking tight
so I got 50 in my pocket and a room for the night
tomorrow I could be in a dumpster or a cell
but you do what you gotta in the Pitts of hell


“Christ,” she muttered.


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