by Louise Yeiser
How does a person bridge a one-foot height difference? I wondered. He stepped back and leaned down. Oh, that’s how. He tasted like cherry pie, while his mustache felt like feathers. The room paused, so I could study his eyelashes and memorize the curve of his cheek against my skin. My life has been hopeful hell ever since.
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Louise Yeiser wants to know the end at the beginning.