He lies first, says the swollen eye's from play-fighting. Look at me, she says, take your sunglasses off. When he does, he looks in the mirror, looks away, replaces the glasses. The eye is nearly swollen shut, she's seen, she blinks a thousand times for strength, focuses on traffic lights. What are you afraid of, he asks, and she says, I'm afraid
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your book is coming soon.
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The story passed me by a little but I really love the writing, so clean.
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