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“Alosa,” Riden says as he takes my hands in his and presses me gently against the wall. He leans in, and I ask, “What?” As though he were about to ask me a question instead of saying my name aloud simply for the pleasure of hearing it roll off his tongue. “You dance beautifully,” he says, and I feel his nose sidle up next to mine. My eyes have already closed.” — Tricia Levenseller
Alosa,” Riden says as he takes my hands in his and presses me gently against the wall.
He leans in, and I ask, “What?” As though he were about to ask me a question instead of saying my name aloud simply for the pleasure of hearing it roll off his tongue.
“You dance beautifully,” he says, and I feel his nose sidle up next to mine. My eyes have already closed.