by Shane Kowalski
I drove home. I opened the fridge. I took out the milk. I took out a glass. I poured the milk into the glass. I took off my shirt. I took off my pants. I took off my shoes and socks. I took off my underwear. I stood naked in my kitchen and held the glass of milk over my head. I poured the glass of milk over me. I poured another glass of milk and poured it over me again. I repeated this process three more times. I let the milk drip around my lips, into my eyes, down my chest. I let milk splash the floor around my feet. I took out my phone. I took a photo of myself. I took another photo. I took three more photos from different angles. I was drenched in milk. I sent the photos to her. I looked at the floor around me. I looked at the milk on the floor. I would have to clean this up later, when it would be much harder, take more time. I would do it though. I wiped myself off with two kitchen towels. I wasn’t all the way clean, but there was no more time. I put on my underwear. I put on my socks and shoes. I put on my pants. I put on my shirt. I put the milk back in the fridge. I drove back to work.
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