that summer i listened only to french music and smoked clove cigarettes until my fingers were permanently stained. i wore my hair long and tangled. i piled in the laps of grown men, unfurling like a flag. i was precocious with full grown red lips. we curled together like cats: sometimes sleeping together, sometimes listening to records in bed
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how are you?
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