“You’re more trustworthy this way.” The thought came while I raked black gel up repeatedly and separated eyelash hairs. I twisted the mascara cap back on and smiled to myself. The things that stick with us, huh? In my former life as a poker dealer, the players liked to tell me stories. Most weren’t allContinue reading “Stuck On You”
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