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The sky is the bright orange of midnight, and it hangs like salted dew on my tongue. I inhale the filthy perfume with a gasp in, a rattle out, and Mom says not to huff the ozone but it fills me with greedy thoughts of

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“Long Distance”

I get his text in the middle of the day between ignoring looming paper deadlines and watching my best friend rant. It’s the first sign of life from him in over a month and the messages reads a simple “Sup.” S—soft and hissing, ice creaking