Tag: fifteen
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Infatuation
Being fifteen was harder for me than most. I was an old, graying soul, stuck in a teenage body. I could feel connections before others did. Watching a plug-in slip into an outlet, yellow lights turning on. The first time I met him, they were everywhere. Small bulbs hanging from his chin, green cord tucked…
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Rust
I slap purple lotion all over my freshly shaven legs, my pores smelling like spilt wine. “Be there in ten.” Dash texts. He is the “cool guy” at school, the moody senior who jumps over flaming fire pits, his rubber soles in a constant state of melting, drinks whiskey from its neck and drives a…
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