summer stutter
Last night I was in their kitchen, waiting for my phone to charge so I could go home and feel safe during the drive. I get shifty every time I leave their place and take too long to get settled in my car. They live in one of those neighborhood’s that’s not your own, so you don’t trust it. I was hungry and polite, so I said “yes” when I was offered pizza but took the smallest (square) slice in […]
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