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Big what?
Big boobs?
Big boobs?
I start to look down, but stop.
I know what I’ve got.
Nothing.
Big hair?
No.
A Big Mouth?
I know what I’ve got.
Nothing.
Big hair?
No.
A Big Mouth?
No. The phrase implies something plural.
Big—?
I don’t dare finish.
Who wrote this rude thing anyway? With a Sharpie, no less?
I rub at the black ink. First with my sleeve, then my bare fingers. It’ll never come off.
Well.
I flush the toilet — out of habit, because I haven’t done anything — walk out of the stall, stand at the sink, and let water run over my hands. It runs cold, then warm, then warmer, then hot.
As much as I want to move, shut off the tap, I can’t. I stand there, looking in the mirror, as my hands turn pink and my eyes brim with pain.
Big.
Big ears.
I don’t dare finish.
Who wrote this rude thing anyway? With a Sharpie, no less?
I rub at the black ink. First with my sleeve, then my bare fingers. It’ll never come off.
Well.
I flush the toilet — out of habit, because I haven’t done anything — walk out of the stall, stand at the sink, and let water run over my hands. It runs cold, then warm, then warmer, then hot.
As much as I want to move, shut off the tap, I can’t. I stand there, looking in the mirror, as my hands turn pink and my eyes brim with pain.
Big.
Big ears.
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