Chapter 45:
Something's Not Right
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I've decided
to keep a notebook
from now on—
to remember.
Today, I write:
Tammie asked me to
pole dance with her.
I said I'll think about it
but I've already decided
I don't want to.
How do you want to paint me?
Tammie asks,
hanging from the pole
by her legs.
Her shirt
rides up her chest
(almost coming off
completely),
so she holds it up
with her hands.
Her cheeks are flushed
from the blood
flowing
to her head.
I'm not talented
at painting
or anything
so really,
it doesn't matter
if she sits still
or continues dancing—
but
I tell her
to stay in that position
until I'm done.
She giggles
like it's the most exciting thing
ever.
A bit of red, orange, yellow
with a sea of white—
her skin colour.
A bit of black, yellow, green
with a sea of brown—
her hair colour.
I paint her
right side up,
smiling,
face tainted pink,
limbs healthier
than they really are.
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