I overheard a woman with black finger nails talk about the superiority of New England lottery scratch offs. I did not breathe into that warm left leg of early June I grasped onto. I held fast to that burly hairless fire of fictional flesh that flexes mercurially under a skirt of gossamer like threading…
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