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Even among the gaudy Christmas lights, strung up along the street like Fascists on lamp-posts, he sees it. It’s a flash of blue in the corner of his eye, glancing through the rain-pocked window of his speeding cab. He’s opened his eyes momentarily in mid-kiss, to find and ease the blonde’s bra-strap down over her… Continue Reading Sorry by C. T. Kingston
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