NOTES ON THE PIPE BOMB
“I wanted to be just like you growing up,” says Max.
This Punk has crow’s feet and white in her hair. This Punk is ignobly soft it makes Max want to dig her fingers in, to squeeze and scratch and pummel.
“Yeah,” says Punk. “So did everyone else.”
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(cm punk/mjf, 4k, T-rated psychosexual awakening, non-linear narrative)
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