4 Works by plumlots

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    “I’m so sorry,” says the man in front of him frantically.

    He has freckles. Ilya notices them before anything else. They dust across the man’s face like powdered sugar, spanning from the bridge of his nose to high on his cheekbones. He’s biting the inside of his cheek, Ilya can tell from the way the skin is hollowed in on the left. Ilya has the sudden urge to reach out and run his thumb over the spot to force the man to relax.

    “I’m fine,” Ilya says, though it comes out thick and muffled. He tastes iron in the back of his throat. “Is okay.”

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    “Do you think about them?” Steph asks, eyes on the wood chips beneath their feet. The front of her white sneakers turn brown as she kicks them through the dirt.

    Grace squeezes her eyes shut, the buzz of nicotine suddenly overwhelming. Does she think about them? Only all the time. Only always.

    “Sometimes,” Grace says instead. “I think about him more.”

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    A few weeks ago, this would have been the kind of moment Grace would have turned to God. He was always right there in the back of her mind, guiding her through all challenges. He cared for her, and she felt so sure of that. Now? Grace Chasity is alone in her bathroom, choking on air as her chest heaves in fierce sobs.

    or; im obsessed with npmd 6 months too late and this is what i have to show for it

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    “We can go back to bed if you really want,” He says, tracing patterns into her shoulders. MJ smiles, though she knows he can’t see her face. She reaches for the 2nd piece of toast on the plate, the one with peanut butter instead of jelly, like Peter’s. She knows there’s a joke or metaphor in there somewhere, one that Peter could make if he paid attention or she could make if it wasn’t the asscrack of dawn.

    “I don’t want to,” MJ says honestly, taking a bite of toast. Peter runs his hands down his arms and she leans her head back to look up at him, and he looks back down at her.

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    1/1
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