This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 20.6.2015 at 15:28
She got the boy with the hands, warm with matching calluses where his palms had folded over the handlebars of his Schwinn Stingray, his grip strong and tight.
I got the boy who, though fully formed on the page, would never be born.
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