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In the kitchen as quietly as the snow hitting the ground outside pretending to feel the cold metal of her cheap rings across your skin hoping that nobody sees you stumble to the sink Jamie Kahn is a writer and … Continue reading

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I saw a boy dancing on the train with all his friends late one night underneath London. I met him without saying a thing. From my seat and in no words he knew me better than anyone. But then his … Continue reading

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Newark to London, Can’t Remember the Flight Number

Last year I got on the plane without thinking about cigarettes but this flight is longer and let’s be real I smoke much more now. I sent you the “I love you” text but didn’t get one back before we … Continue reading

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