We are all swimmers before the dawn of oxygen and earth. We all carry the memory of that breathable blue past.

Lidia Yuknavitch
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  1. I just want my stories to be mine.

  2. I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.

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