Emily Rocha

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Her skin was darker than Cary’s. Redder. But still like milk. Like pearls. Luminous. She had big brown eyes and eyebrows you could see from the cheap seats. A wide, wild smile. Her eyeteeth were too prominent, and her bottom teeth were a wreck—you couldn’t always see them, but when you could, it made Cary weak.
Slow Dance
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