EXTRACT: He stands and stares at me, that’s all. That’s all; just stares – two eyes, perfect crystal circles puncturing tiny holes across the tightness and fullness of my chest, my neck, my lips. My birthday’d just passed and Mom’d taken me to the salon on a whim; said I could get whatever treatment I wanted. Happy Birthday, Sam, but here’s a tip: you’re never too young to be more beautiful.
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EXTRACT: I woke up this morning and you were gone. I rose earlier than usual and still, somehow, I missed you, the grand expanse of white sheet either side of my deprived body somehow mocking me, one side still damp with your sweat and cool to the touch. But that’s not out of the ordinary. It is hard, though; it’s really fucking hard. I want to ask, when I see you, like some idiot woman in a midday movie about infidelity – I want to ask, “where do you go?” But we know that’d be pointless; you and I both.