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all that muscle flying through space

That was the night she got her first black eye from his throwing arm, pulling his fist into her skull as it traveled through the bedroom. He throws 98 mile fast balls, and the crack was substantial as skin cleft from bone. Tears welling, she put her hands on his face, leaning into him as he made his way towards her, kissing his mouth the way she’d seen it done in movies. He wiped blood from her puckered skin and kissed her back. The turnaround was so quick; blink, and you’d’ve missed it.

wait, what?

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words by eleanore russell