Four Years Watching Her Without Daring to Speak
We’d been trading looks in that bar for four years. Her in her glasses, me not knowing what to do with everything I felt every time she served me.
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The Carnival Masks Hid Their Domination
She couldn’t move while I controlled the remote in my pocket. Around us, a thousand strangers celebrated Carnival, unaware of what was happening beneath the velvet.