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Venus Conjunct Saturn
Maybe it wasn’t that Angie wanted to break things off with Kate; she just didn’t know enough to decide if she wanted to keep going.
became
that
See you at the gym. I’m gonna earn those happy hour tapas!
Love Our Mother
Are you offended? Am I too much?
Isn’t that worth a few monkeys?
Angie
passingwouldn’t
If you ever had a dick then you’re never going to be one of us
femme
OneTwo
You are what you say you are
Please don’t say our honesty.
vulnus
exactly
slow
C. R. Foster is a queer, nonbinary trans writer from Portland, Oregon. Their critically acclaimed short story collection Shine of the Ever is available from Interlude Press.
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