Dismissing another invitation to socialize, K knew that rumors were festering. K is addicted to porn, his friends hissed to each other. They were not entirely wrong. But they’d never understand.
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He had decided to indulge himself one evening after his pretty girlfriend dumped him for some reason only pretty girls can get away with. K cued up a video and readied the things men need when they watch porn (I wouldn’t know). But as the video uncoiled itself, as the woman on the screen said and did the things women in those videos say and do, K’s arousal turned to disbelief. She was saying and doing the very same things that his pretty girlfriend had always said and done. Even the filthy things that oozed from her mouth in the name of anonymous male sexual desire: it was all the same. K could not look away. When the video ran its course, he started it over. K stared-transfixed-at this woman who was engaged in a twisted reenactment of every intimate moment he had had with his pretty girlfriend.
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With tissues close by, K turned off the lights and pressed play. It didn’t take long before he began crying.
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