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To Lisa Witkowski's previous piece
After the Fact You know you wanted this to happen. Every bit as much as I did. The way you were dressed, the way you acted. You sent out all the right signals, and I read them. Sure, you can scream bloody murder, now. Whine and bitch all you want. But what would your friends think? Huh? You’ll say I forced you, that I wouldn’t take no for an answer. They’ll understand, just like I did, you didn’t really mean "no". You’re better off saying you thought I was cute, That you just took one look at me and gave in. I mean, how much convincing did you really need? It’s not my fault. I have needs. And there’s nothing you can do now. Give me my seven bucks. The deal is done. Take the goddamn girl scout cookies. They’re yours now.