What It’s Like
I re-crossed my legs. I loved the feel of the black silk stockings against my skin underneath the cigarette skirt, […]
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I re-crossed my legs. I loved the feel of the black silk stockings against my skin underneath the cigarette skirt, […]
“I don’t know what possessed you to clean these old things, they’re in tatters,” she said as she picked through […]
Silk sheets and cigarettes. I am standing by the window looking at the muggy orange night sky. The cigarette makes […]
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