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There were so many tired, frayed words thick in the air around her.

You ask, Could we have coffee? No, my truth, I’m still on this side.

“Fuck you,” I said, but it was hard to say it with any meaning.

There were classes where you became a family. It was a kind of love affair.

Her cheek was like a plum about to burst and you had to close your eyes.

and still it is summer and each day the sun arouses the kudzu