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"God, what an asshole," she mutters as she collects her heel and sits back down next to you.
You slide further down on the bench and rub your temples. "Why does everyone hate me? Is this what prejudice is?"
Jenna swings around to face you and sits Indian style. "I don't know. I'm a white girl in college. Guys still buy me drinks and assume I need protecting like that good Samaritan. I'm coasting on good prejudice for the time being. I won't face bad prejudice til I get to the workforce."
You furrow your brow. "That seems inaccurate to me, but I guess you would know better than I would."
"Well, it's not like I'm not facing some bad prejudice now," Jenna clarifies. "I just feel like I'm better equipped to deal with this college bullshit than that real world bullshit."
"Gosh. Sorry you have to deal with all that sexist BS, Jenna."
"Well, thanks Slim," she responds. "Sorry you have to deal with all this dead drama."
"Thanks." You point to Jenna's heels. "Where are you walking to so early?"
"Back to my sorority house. It's not quite a walk of shame because I'm not really ashamed. Dude had a," Jenna cups her hand around her mouth before singing, "big ol' dick."
You cringe again at her language.
She notices. "What? Come on, Slim. You're telling me that you died and came back to life, but you're uncomfortable talking about sex?"
"It's not the sex necessarily. It's just that we didn't really curse in heaven," you admit.
"You're not allowed to swear in heaven?" Jenna asks.
You wriggle around on the bench in uncertainty. "I don't know if we weren't allowed. It's just no one ever did it. No one wanted to find out what happened if you did."
"Well you're not in heaven anymore, babe," Jenna says. "You can cuss all you want, motherfucker."
"I don't know," you put your head in your hands.
Jenna quickly pulls your hands away from your face and says, "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to if you don't want to."
"No, I should," you object. "It's part of being alive. I used to do it before I died, it shouldn't be a big deal."
Jenna laughs as she grips your hands. "Alright lay it on me."
You take several deep breaths. In and out. In and out. Your hands would be shaking if Jenna weren't holding them still. It's time. "Cr-crap," you whisper.
"Uh-uh," Jenna shakes her head. "Crap isn't a swear, you can say crap on Nickelodeon."
You take another deep breath. "Bastard."
Jenna, surprised by your savagery, gives you a wide smile with the right side of her mouth. "Hey! Look at that."
"Pl-plenty more where that came from," you stutter.
"How did that feel?" she asks you.
"It felt good," you grin. "Well truth be told everything feels good. Even when those people ran from me, I never really felt bad. I just didn't feel super great. Only regular great, know what I'm saying?"
"Not at all," Jenna admits happily.
You take a moment to try to figure out what it is you're trying to explain. "You know how your brain releases endorphins as you die to make you feel peaceful and happy? Well in heaven, I kept feeling those endorphins. And I think I'm still feeling them now, only they're not being counteracted with the pain of dying."
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You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave.