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At 4 am, She Calls For Comfort (Bisexual Flash Fiction)

I hear the paced breaths and stifled giggles as I weigh my options

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She’d just finished smoking a joint — the buzz had consumed her — forced her to reflect on the past, our past. She thought to call me. At 4 am, I don’t expect my phone to ring, but this is…




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