Story of XX
To be able to say “I did it.” To be able to tell a story– All to please those who…
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Intimate Affair
Tracing from the fingertips on the left, down to the wrist, pausing— pressing with light pressure to feel a faint…
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Unknown Scent
On Sundays, he slaps some Old Spice under his arms, and takes exactly 4 light dabs of his father’s cologne.…
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Amoeba Writings 