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The Most Spontaneous Thing
Adrienne Ho
Walking toward Bank Street in winter, cold showing in our breaths. You leapt
pressed my back down against what would have been a raised flowerbed in summer, your mouth planting kisses.
The whole few seconds, I was thinking: what if someone's looking, what if in my backpack I carried some blown glass ornament you didn't know about?
