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A little love story

Amber presses a penny into my palm. The grit from underneath her fingernails nips my scar. “Spend this on an adventure,” she blinks. For a second, she’s back. Through the water in the corner of my eye, she’s refracted. “Robin?” she whispers. Every day, she moves further from me. Treading me underfoot. But for all her weight, I fear most the day she steps through me and I cannot feel a thing.

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