It’s moments like these that are as familiar as holding hands or moving in synchronicity under the bed sheets.
She asked him not to, but she didn’t scream or fight.
As a child, whenever I walked to school in the rain, the earthworms frightened me.
I was, at that point in my life, an authority on nothing, except maybe seizures.
Oh, yeah. I forgot. I’m not in a cozy bookstore. I’m not even in Barnes & Noble.
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