I think of you as being a sleek river boat that has come into shore for fuel. I sit at the café table and watch
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more love“Is he punctual, at least?” Leena says. “Mostly,” I lie. Narang is always late. Worse, he seems proud of it. Leena and I are heading
more loveI peak through the kitchen blinds to slowly reveal the external. My eyes sink when they meet the swarming desolated clouds. There hasn’t been light
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more loveIt wasn’t the last time I smoked. That came later – years later, actually – my final cigarette so unappealing I said “this tastes like
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more loveIt’s Julie again. And let me tell you, breakups suck—but a breakup with your fridge? That’s heartbreak on a whole new level. He or she—mine’s
more loveElizabeth was just the tiniest bit bored when Brandon Lewis came in through the French Windows, shook off his companion, and made a bee-line towards
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