sticky fingers swipe sugar syrup onto my sparkly shirt. I scream outrage, your peach fuzz face glistening dark as the bruised fruit flesh littering the alleyway of leaves we dally down. there’s nothing like the August heat, saturated sunlight bleaching my hair radiant gold-white. your
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What were their names? I knew them once. They arrived at the mall diner every afternoon at 4, and I’d greet them with silverware already in hand, follow them back to their booth—always the same one across from the kitchen. Why can’t I picture her face? I see his thick black-rimmed gla
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