the oracle at plaid pantry.

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last night my gang robbed cartons of cigarettes from convenience stores, and we ran ran ran laughing, so amateur and clever. we drive around in large cars. outside on the driveway (this was porter square) antony is there. i have my back to him; it's too much. so he touches me carefully, a few fingers on a tiny spot on my lower back. i can see it outlined with a circle. this is infinite tenderness. with the one touch i am undone and wake gasping.

ran another mile this morning.