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Tell Me to My Tally Tami

“I’ve named it,” John said, clutching his belly that was getting larger with each beer he drank, with each cheeseburger he shoved down his throat.

“I wish you would get rid of it,” Susan said. She loved him. But she loved the guy who loved cheeseburgers less, more.

“Tell me to my face,” John said. “I have moved the center of my attention. My belly is now Tally Tami. The world is different than it was.”

“I hate you.”

“Tell me to my Tally Tami,” John said. Susan punched him right below the Tally Tami, the true center of all.

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Title by: fUD
Story by: Jarvis

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