Watching My New Neighbor Have Phone Sex
The summer I turned 17, my family moved to a McMansion development called Quail Run. My new neighbor Henry -- whose window faced mine across a narrow strip of grass -- was legendary for his resemblance to a young Brad Pitt. Unfortunately for me, Henry was now attending college in Northern California. No one was more obsessed with Henry than Amber -- my goth friend whose only known talent was for drawing spurting cartoon penises in mascara on every available surface. For years Amber had claimed...
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