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by Seraphina 20th December, 1965. I got picked up today. He's a pretty nice guy; good looks, well dressed, but best of all, he has the most beautiful, gentle hands I've ever felt. It happened in the gift shop down town, he was buying a Christmas present for his mother. He's so sweet. 27th December, 1965. He hasn't taken me out yet, which I find a little disconcerting. I guess you could say that he's kept me in the dark. I can't help thinking that there's something I've missed and I can't shake the idea that he's just gonna use me. 1st January, 1966. I think I should just learn to go with my gut instinct. I was right, he used me. Took me out to a New Year's Eve party where he met up with his wife (I knew he was hiding something) and then had the cheek to get me to buy her a drink and then left me with some smelly old bar man who also used me in a drunken state. I ended up cold and alone, having just been dropped out on the street. 2nd February, 1966. I've been living on the streets now for a month. I'm cold and I'm dirty, and I want someone to take me home. I get ignored by everyone who passes by, even been kicked a few times. I hate my life. 14th February, 1966. Finally someone noticed me today. I had kind of been hoping that seeing as it's Valentine's Day and everything, I might get lucky and get picked up by some lonely guy, mourning over his life as a single male on the most romantic day of the year. Instead, I find myself, being licked by a kid who couldn't have been more than four years old. His mother grabbed me though and told him that he was dirty and disgusting. For a while there, I thought I was saved and going to a good home but she took one look at me, said as of today, I wasn't worth anything, I'm no longer in circulation, and threw me back onto the ground. Now I'm just a lonely penny, worth nothing and wishing I was a dollar. |
