Yes, Virginia
Encounters: Consecutive Substack Story 1086
Virginia smelled like a pork rind slamdance and had a lower lip that was in the starting blocks for a sob, waiting for the track meet official to pull the trigger.
Her eyes said something different, yelled it, actually.
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