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"Yeah we... uhm. We did that... that thing." I can't even look at her face, of course I can't mouth it either!

I fiddle with my manicured fingers, inspecting each of them mindlessly without looking at the phone. Why on earth did I accept her call. I should've waited until a week or something.

"That thing?" She pauses, "You mean sex? Opsss am I not supposed to say that word?" She giggles, obviously pressing one of my buttons on purpose, "So how was it? How was ‘that thing’?"

I refuse to look at her and play with the hem of my dress next. I really, really have to find an excuse to end this awkward video call.

"You know what, I'm gonna call it sex. You can use that thing that thing that thing all the way but sex seems a lot easier to say. So how was it? How was the sex? Good? Weird? Bad? Is he well hung? He should be. He's a freaking big foot!"

That's what she called him when I sent her a picture of us a few weeks ago. I looked like a midget next to him, for the fact I'm not that sma