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It was a truth-or-dare dry brush of lips, scented with the warm beer and cigarettes that lurked in the breath behind our closed mouths. You and I stood, leaning across the rickety, scarred card table and bracing our palms there, our mouths touching in the middle while everyone else hooted and cackled and Metallica snarled into the smoke-heavy air.
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McGlasson, Mary
(2010)
"Our First Kiss,"
Booth: Vol. 2
:
Iss.
9
, Article 2.
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