A roll of quarters pressing into my thigh caused me to remember the single kiss I gave to Sarah. Meeting her after class, I briefly pressed against her closed mouth and then embraced her. I did it without thinking, spontaneously, as though it were a habitual and casual greeting between two friends who [...]
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