The girl in the kiss breaks away to peer over his denim shoulder.
Hazel tips her brown paper bag and ten green grenades roll across the kitchen counter.
It’s humid as hell, thunderstorm weather. K’s shouting lunch.
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The girl in the kiss breaks away to peer over his denim shoulder.
Hazel tips her brown paper bag and ten green grenades roll across the kitchen counter.
It’s humid as hell, thunderstorm weather. K’s shouting lunch.