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The tiniest flick of the finger sends the dominos falling. The chance assignment. The random partnering. The missed traffic light that sent us grasping the coffeeshop door- together. The unexplained connection that dilated the pupils that turned the head then turned up the corners of your mouth- then mine. The flirtation, that became the thrill, that became the desire, that became the affair that never became. Because, you remembered your keys, and left on time, and made the light. So, the dominos didn’t fall, and we sat across the room, and we occasionally glanced up, and we wondered.
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
Dominos
The tiniest flick of the finger sends the dominos falling. The chance assignment. The random partnering. The missed traffic light that sent us grasping the coffeeshop door- together. The unexplained connection that dilated the pupils that turned the head then turned up the corners of your mouth- then mine. The flirtation, that became the thrill, that became the desire, that became the affair that never became. Because, you remembered your keys, and left on time, and made the light. So, the dominos didn’t fall, and we sat across the room, and we occasionally glanced up, and we wondered.
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
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