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“This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach me, already...”
–  Katie Makkai
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Boys in PE
Their limbs are knotted, coiled, and sleek. Their voices are bass instruments: tuba, viol, sousaphone. They glow with a dangerous sort of light, dark and deep; red and blue hues. Eyes like silk, eyes like landscape;  look into them and you cross desert and valley,  landing gracelessly in some ugly plane of desire. There’s one with skin like a sugar cookie, dusty brown and freckles like...
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