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Just incredible prose. “We settle our bodies onto the swanboat’s bench, my man and me. And we drift forward toward the heart-shaped entrance of Cupid’s Cruise, fairy lights winking overhead on rusty wires. Just ahead, a plywood cherub winks at us from behind silk flower petals, the pink paint of his little wings chipped and peeling.” Wow 🤩

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Thank you so much!!

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