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My hands are tight on her hips, pulling her back onto me, my lips against her back in the winter air, her torso out the window, blunt hanging loosely from her fingers.
Her feet don’t touch the ground—I keep her afloat, so long as I stay inside her.
The flowers, pastries and weed I bought are strew...
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