
Translucence
The print man is my friend. We have whispered conversations about paper stock over the phone. He speaks with a lisp. I’ve never seen…
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Read Morefor Daisy I kissed your face, and it tasted good until it didn’t. Or, I wasn’t tasting it any more, so it tasted…
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