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The cork came out with a sound like a polite cough, the kind you give when you're about to lie.

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---unless you want the rain to start again

Her palm was a flat, hot weight against my sternum, and for a second I forgot how to breathe, how to be anything but clay.

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I Swear I Only Meant to Say Hello

You tasted like the twenty-year Scotch you bought me and the panic of a missed deadline, sharp and entirely too expensive.

345 12 min

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Lapse

I watched the rain smear the Louvre into a grey thumbprint, wondering if you still kept that silver flask tucked in your tuxedo's inner pocket.

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I Told Him My Room Number Twice

My skin feels like it’s been sandpapered by salt and expensive linen, a raw, thrumming reminder of what we did near the service elevator.

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Don't Look for the Coast

Julian watched you lean over the railing, your spine a sequence of perfect, unedited verbs that he had spent ten years trying to conjugate.

558 16 min

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November 14th, 1:22 AM

The light in the Santa Ynez valley at four o'clock is a specific shade of unearned forgiveness, a gold that lies about your age.

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Shut the Trailer Door

The bass from the main stage is a physical assault, a low-frequency hum that settles in my molars and vibrates the gin.

231 15 min

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We Only Came for the Wine

Her thumb traced the rim of her glass, catching a stray drop of Sangiovese like she was wiping a secret off my lip.

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Wait for the Solo

The air in the club was thick with the kind of expensive dust that only accumulates in places where the gin is twenty dollars.

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Finish the Pour

I was a tourist in his tragedy, standing in a limestone cellar that smelled of old wood and new sins.

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Unbutton the Rest

His thumb hooked into her lace, the tension between them snapping like a high-tension wire in a Santa Ana wind.

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