Mirror, Mirror: Alone in the kitchen with Gale, I sit on Hazelle’s stool, holding his...
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Alone in the kitchen with Gale, I sit on Hazelle’s stool, holding his hand. After a while, my fingers find his face. I touch parts of him I have never had cause to touch before. His heavy, dark eyebrows, the curve of his cheek, the line of his nose, the hollow at the base of his neck. I trace the…
omg i feel old now.
I’M HURT. MY FEEEEEELINGS.






