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Nov 2018
My phone vibrates in my pocket as I pull into her driveway.

“I can feel your hand on my thigh.”

I smile,
stiffly getting out of the car
as I think to myself;

“We’ll never make it to the bedroom.”
We didn’t...
R T Dawn
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