50 Word Stories: Dirty Girl

If one's home was a reflection of one's self, I shouldn't have opened her front door. Unsure if I'd fallen through a portal into a world of trash, I backed away.
"Not thirsty?" she asked.
Panicking, mostly because she was stunning, I said, "I'll be back with my own cup."

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