Andre walks over to me, shirtless, his big and wild.

I put a pillow on the floor.

You know what to do, I say.

He sits between my legs and hands me a jar of.

Uh-huh.

I grab his hair and pull him closer before I use the

to scratch his scalp.

He, he, he sighs and puts his hand on my knees.

The more I work, the more he perns.

Oh, good.

When I finish, he falls asleep.

Hi, I'm De Marit Wunmi.

And I'm Nicole Perkins.

And this is Best 8 Kids.

We're both writers and cultural critics and we're here to talk about thirst.

So, boom.

Hey.

What exactly is thirst?

Can you break that down for us?

I can try.

We're all very familiar, I think, with lust, desire.

And in my language, fancying someone, that's a state of being.

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