Mirror Mirror, Who Is the Ugliest of Them All? | Precious Nzeakor | Fiction
Every night under Jamal feels strange and burdening. It starts with a kiss on my forehead, then wandering hands, intentional hands. He searches for my thoughts. He swears I think up the best thoughts. He is amused most times at how my mind works. How I cannot stand the taste of olives but will […]
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Every night under Jamal feels strange and burdening. It starts with a kiss on my forehead, then wandering hands, intentional hands. He searches for my thoughts. He swears I think up the best thoughts. He is amused most times at how my mind works. How I cannot stand the taste of olives but will […]
