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I noticed her first on the other side of the street blonde, standing tall an air of ease engrossed in whatever she was talking about with him. I noticed him then dark, broad listening close hanging on her words as if they were worth money an expression of admiration five o’clock shadow furrowed brow. I kept my eyes on the grey of the ground. In the cold I shuffled my scarf as if she might see it – the place that he kissed me above my collar bone, the curve of my neck two nights ago. They didn’t notice me at all.
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
A Secret of Mine
I noticed her first on the other side of the street blonde, standing tall an air of ease engrossed in whatever she was talking about with him. I noticed him then dark, broad listening close hanging on her words as if they were worth money an expression of admiration five o’clock shadow furrowed brow. I kept my eyes on the grey of the ground. In the cold I shuffled my scarf as if she might see it – the place that he kissed me above my collar bone, the curve of my neck two nights ago. They didn’t notice me at all.
laura-enright
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
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