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Citrus Dreams

By , Middleburgh, NY

“Hello Sweetie can you do me a favour?”
His breath smelled like oranges, fresh, bearable.
I didn't know him, i’d never met him.
I was raised to be kind, so with a nod
I sealed my fate.


“Please show me where the bathroom is?”




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