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Tag: Brittany Franclemont


Hunger Pangs

I cut up my ribs, neat and tidy. He bites into his, smearing barbecue sauce across his mouth. He’s always been the impulsive one and I the more careful. I wonder if he ever burned himself. I know I have. My heart aches as I watch, almost as much as I do with longing. If

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