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As the air pressed out of the pillow, Jack closed his eyes and made adjustments with his head to relax. His eyes opened when her scent penetrated his nostrils, staining the back of his tongue, with the painful reminder that she was gone.

He held on to the saliva in his mouth, savoring the taste of her, contemplating spitting her out. He went on this way for quite some time.


Joseph Arnone


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