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My stories

I would like—

I'd like for you to like me

IF—I—NEVER—

If I never let you go . . .
Cherry

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When I woke up, it was the middle of the night. My stirred mind was immediately plagued By thoughts of nagging self doubt. Like —That boy I’ve known since middle school,
Cherry

The Kiss

the kiss was light like spring air—! only the arc of our lips grazed, touched, fanned, frisked, stippled, skimmed, nipped, nicked, pawed at, shook hands with each other

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