Christine Stoddard
Christine Stoddard
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I tapped the razor on the side of the sink and inspected my smooth legs for any missed spots. Then I rinsed the blade, washed my hands, and put on my outfit: a long-sleeved black top, a knee-length denim skirt, tall black boots, and a silver dragon necklace for good measure.
Read...In art school, conversations about the merits of polyamory thrived, but hearing anyone express a genuine desire to get married almost never happened. It was almost taboo. The implication was, how could you want something so traditional? So suburban and unimaginative?
Read...I was shivering and sweating. What if the procedure didn't work? What if I had serious complications? What if I had to come back?
Read...The moon sauntered out from a curtain of clouds, whispering, “All things must end.”
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