Beatriz feels alarmingly soft in your hands, and you graze her body with your palms the way you would pet the long grass by the river where you live. She tosses her dark hair aside, wraps her hand over yours, and clenches down on her own flesh.
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Grown Up Girls
Where can a girl go, but to a husband’s home? Somewhere in cities, impractical idiots dream of a revolution—our own land, our own country—but here in the village, there are only mountains and marriage.
The Reader
“I can’t believe you would write about something like that,” my sister said. She had called our house, it was pure luck that my mother happened to be out.
Where the Blue Rests
Blue in action was a matter of life or death, and you avoided it at all costs, not jump into it like Chikara unless you wanted to die.
Ana
she was the first boy I had ever kissed and I wanted to be kissing a boy but I wanted so badly to be a girl while doing it
