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My throat twists All the air in s dissipates

“Don’t say it back,” she ht now This is my moment to tell you” Her hand cos attached, as they say”

But she’s wrong Every string I have is tied up in her I don’t kno I’ll ever untie the bad

I want to say I love you, too I love you

I can’t breathe because the words are stuck in my throat

She reaches for ain I put a hand over hers Better if I do that tonight Better when I feel her long, soft hair against my chest and throat

“I want to say I love you with ive her the best se

Then I guide her onto her back I love to whisper to her while I fuck her I love to touch her face and kiss her lips

I love you

I grab her by the hips She squeals as I turn her over onto her front

“Ohhhh, it’s this again…the deep dive” She giggles

Cold sweat blooms on my skin “Stick your ass up in the air for ers in your pussy”

Finley

I ponder it at the mid-June Monthly Market as I wait in line for all the usuals: enough eggs, rains to last, oddly, not four weeks, as the naest, but six Our customs need not make sense

“For one or two?” I ask Maura, who oversees the market with her mother and two sisters