It Felt Like Love
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You know it looks more suspicious
if you stand outside, right?
Shh.
Come on. Just touch it.
No.
It's not gonna bite.
Come here.
No.
Stop.
Oh, in your pasta
I be gettin' rad
that's focaccia,
doctor Betty Crocker
I spin it proper
laryngitis be the only obstacle
gotta have ya keep
quiet inspire
got traffic ahead, word
call me when you get home.
All right.
Like the second you walk
through the door. Okay.
Please exit through the rear door.
He's too cute.
Yeah.
He, uh, went down on me
for the first time last week.
He did?
Yeah. It was good, but he
definitely needs practice.
Yeah. I hate it
when they need practice.
If you're not gonna feed
the dog, neither am I.
We don't even have dog food.
You go to the store, you
buy things for yourself.
What's in there, coffee?
Anything good?
Should we euthanize her?
Let's do it. For fun.
Much easier than fighting.
Why are you still wearing
your bathing suit?
It's summer. It's hot.
Let's play a game.
I thought you wanted to watch TV.
I did, but now I'm bored.
Dare.
Like truth or dare?
Like what?
It could be anything.
Come on.
Use your imagination.
It's just not the kind of game
you play with two people.
It's just more fun
with a group, you know?
How 'bout checkers?
Come on.
Come on.
Come on. Please.
Please. Please.
Come on. Come on.
I love how dark I get
during the summer.
Sometimes I get so dark people
actually think I'm black.
Shut up.
It's true.
Do you have any tampons?
No.
Nothing?
I'm kind of irregular, so I
don't need them that much.
That's gonna be a big problem
Hey, Chiara!
Oh, hey, Sammy.
How's your summer been?
- It's going good. You?
- Fine.
Do you still work at hall of fame?
Yeah. You should stop by
sometime and say hi.
Okay. All right.
See ya.
No. He's just some guy I
know from my neighborhood.
No. He's a douche.
He'd f*** anything.
Who was that?
Just some girl I was hanging out with.
Who?
Just some girl.
What's her name?
Jessica.
Is she in your grade?
She's in sixth, going into seventh.
We made out.
You did?
Yeah.
It was all her idea.
I met a guy.
Cool. Where?
At the beach.
He went down on me.
All right.
It was good, but he needs practice.
So, what are you doing later?
Probably going out.
All right. So, I'll just
come over after dinner.
Wanna help?
No.
What else do you have to do today?
Stuff.
Like?
Stuff.
You used to like to help.
Please exit through the rear door.
You can't get her or whatever.
I was, like, "all right. Watch me."
I walk over to introduce myself.
Bro, this girl is 35 years old.
Thirty-five?
Thirty-five.
How'd that go?
I didn't think I was gonna get it.
Talked to her about five minutes.
Next thing you know, boom, got
her number, and that was it.
Maybe that's cause there
was no more alcohol left.
I took a walk to mobil.
And, like, this guy is
standing at the window,
and he's taking mad long.
And I'm, like, "hurry the f*** up.
I'm trying to get my beer."
He's like,
"oh, shut up."
Did you hit him?
Yeah. This hand is killing me.
Yeah?
Yeah. I knocked him out.
Hi.
Hey.
How's it going?
Good.
Cool, uh, I was just in the
neighborhood. Shopping.
Where do you live?
Gravesend.
And you were shopping around here?
Yeah.
Mmm.
How do I know you again?
The beach.
That's right.
You look different.
Yeah.
So, do you go to murrow with Chiara?
Yeah.
That's a nerdy school, right?
Like, it is and it isn't.
Mm-hmm.
What school do you go to?
Kingsborough.
High school or college?
College.
Um, I should get back to work.
Yeah. Uh, do you have matches?
You know that's bad for you, right?
Yeah.
Lila, you're late again.
Hurry up and get in there.
I am the motherf***er
rookie of the year
mykki blanco, young Castro
chill
we on that chill tip,
real high
we feelin' real loose,
real fly
we on that chill tip,
real high
we feelin' real loose,
real fly
welcome to hell b*tches,
this is mykki blanco
follow pronto
get in line, nigga
your soul is mine, nigga
your scaredy cat p*ssy
motherfuckers can't deliver
maybe she born with it
maybe it was maybelline
heathen ass a christening
nigga's so greasy in the
daylight, he glistening
"this fag can rap" yeah, they
saying that they listening
pissing in the wind
at the 4:
00 A.M. spotblazed off the indica
a bottle of ciroc
a mouth full of pop
chug it in the pay phone
1-800-loco, motherfuckers
y'all can go home
I'm the new rufio
y'all ain't know
I pimp slap you b*tch niggas
with my limp wrist, bro
what the f*** I gotta prove
to a room full of dudes
who ain't listening
to my words
'cuz they staring at my shoes
we, we, we make love tonight
in the back of the club,
yeah, we feeling all right
lights, lights low
this sh*t feel crazy
we getting wavvy
we getting wavvy, yeah,
wavvy, yeah, wavvy
yeah, wavvy,
yeah, wavvy, yeah, wavvy
yeah, wavvy, yeah, wavvy,
yeah, wavvy
yeah, wavvy, huh,
we getting wavvy
When I walk through
'hoods, 'cause
I like your hair as it is.
It gets so light in the summer.
It's pretty.
I hate it.
Yeah, that's why I'm
tryin' to go global
yeah, that's why I'm
tryin' to be a mogul
and I'm hopeful that me
spittin' it soulful
will have me
in the daily postal
flyin' coastal, eatin tofu
like I told you, I know some
who trash rappin'
worried 'bout
the trendin' fashions
So, what's your favorite
way to masturbate?
What?
What's your favorite
way to masturbate?
What? Just tell me.
All right. So, show me.
No.
Just show me.
No.
Come on.
Nope.
No.
Have you ever made out with lila?
I've made out with all
my girlfriends but lila.
I think you should
make out with lila.
Lila?
No. Thanks.
Why not?
'Cause you could have
herpes or something.
Thanks.
I'd rather have herpes than rabies.
Oh.
You've reached the offices of the
president of the United States.
Nah. I'm playing.
This is Sammy.
If I call you back, I call you.
If I don't, then, oh well.
It feels so nice.
Nice?
Really nice.
Keep going.
Like, I wanna be with you,
be with you.
I don't know.
Why?
'Cause you've been with other guys.
Three.
Three's a lot
You know, one, two, three.
Is it?
Don't stop.
Why does it bother you?
It doesn't.
Just forget it.
Yo.
Hey, Sammy?
Yeah.
It's lila, Chiara's friend.
You forgot your sh*t here.
Yeah, I... I kind
of need them back.
I'm at work. You can
swing by and grab them.
Um, can I maybe meet you
after work tomorrow?
Look what Patrick got me.
Shh.
Stick your finger in there.
They'll suck on it.
No.
They don't have teeth.
You do it and tell me
what it feels like.
You're scared of everything.
I'm not, but think what you want.
Get on.
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