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“Hi,” I say, giving the dark-haired, t-shirt clad boy a warm smile. “I’m Melissa.”
Aw yeah, suckers – I WENT TO DETROIT.
I haven’t posted a lot of Drifty House photos. That’s lame, I know. But here’s an excuse: I’ve been too busy.
I’m not one to fantasize about marriage (gulp)…
I’m dripping with sweat. My skin feels like the surface of a freshly baked cookie; warm to the touch, with the promise of crisping.
It’s a Tuesday. I’m sitting in Fullsteam, carefully sipping a plastic cup of water. I check my phone. She’s on her way.
It’s a Thursday evening, at dusk. The residential street I’m walking down is lovely. Cozy homes snuggled into hilltops. Vibrant red and yellow leaves scattered beneath cars, aside curbs.
“All your life, you’ve never seen Woman, taken by the wind…”
I can’t get this place out of my head.